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No Chill
61,320
Hip-Hop/Rap
No Chill was released on September 17, 2020 by UME - Global Clearing House as a part of the album U MAD / VENDETTA - EP
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Release DateSeptember 17, 2020
LabelUME - Global Clearing House
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
VIC MENSA
VIC MENSA
Musician
Skrillex
Skrillex
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victor Mensah
Victor Mensah
Songwriter
Sonny Moore
Sonny Moore
Songwriter
Orlando Jahlil Tucker
Orlando Jahlil Tucker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skrillex
Skrillex
Producer
Jahlil Beats
Jahlil Beats
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Alex "Papi Beatz" Baez
Alex "Papi Beatz" Baez
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
No chill, no chill
[Verse 2]
I told Sonny, warm the beat up
Shit is freezin', he ain't got no chill
I ain't got none either
Keep a flow right off the heater
To my team, I'm Derek Jeter
I got hits, I'm in the field
With a halo on my deal
I signed to Hov, I'm light skin Jesus
Hallelujah, hallelujah
You do you, more power to ya
I'ma test drive that XDrive
Pussy wetter, just got baptized
I'm a franchise, you a fraction
****'s broke, can't pay attention
I got drive, she tryna screwdrive
Guess I gotta do it drill, hey
We've been up since Friday
Gettin' drunk and poppin' seal
Magic stick all on that ass, bitch
I'm David Copperfield
You a fan, don't it blow you that
This shit just hot as Hell
I'm with Skrillex and we chillin'
But we still ain't got no chill
[Verse 3]
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill
For real
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill
For real
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I was born ready
But my shooters got shooters
They was born ready
Practice, what the fuck is practice?
What the fuck is practice?
Hallelujah, hallelujah, yeah
But my shooters got shooters
They was born ready
[Verse 4]
On the with Ye, he on the plane, he say
What's up, ****?
I don't know, not these fuck, ****
Aw, yeah, we was up, ****
Got the new Beamer on razor blades
Stephen Curry on CP3
You fucked up, won't make the plays
Fuck with us, they make your grave
**** talk a lot of shit
But they don't say enough
Problems as deep as my pockets is
My Uzi weigh a ton
I'm a Hyde Park hooligan, you goofy
That's just where I'm from
Choppin' shit like the Karate Kid
Not Will and Jada's son
I got Save Money, they with me now
So go and get you some
Plus my band's old enough
I could fuck with my older sister's friend
Now my **** try to clown me
When I told 'em they was probably
Same **** talkin' shit
Lookin' shitty, get the bounty
[Verse 5]
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill
For real
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill
For real
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I was born ready
But my shooters got shooters
They was born ready
Practice, what the fuck is practice?
What the fuck is practice?
Hallelujah, hallelujah, yeah
But my shooters got shooters
They was born ready
[Verse 6]
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill
For real
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill
For real
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill
For real
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill
For real
[Verse 7]
I was born ready
I was born ready
Written by: Orlando Jahlil Tucker, Sonny Moore, Victor Mensah
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