No Chill

Hey, some niggas right there? (Right there? Gang!) Pull over, man Hey, that one had me fucked up Get you girl and get your funds up You on that opp shit Pull over on the court, pull over at the court Let me out, let me out, let me out (hey) We don't got no chill We do drills out of automobiles Bitch, take off them heels Let me feel to see if it's real I love popping pills 'Cause I like the way it make me feel Nigga, better not squeal If you tell, boy, your ass get killed If that bitch suck my dick Now I like smell like belvedere We be in the clubs and the mall Boy, you're never there You wanna show your ass Chopper knock you out your underwear And don't get hurt (bitch) Me and my niggas on dirt Put a nigga under there AK gon' squirt Nigga, these bullets gon' hurt Fill the trap house with that work Dope fiends calling my chirp Trap slow down, but it always pick up on the first This nigga tried to run because he didn't have his gun He lived, coulda died Man, that shit'd have been worse But I better not see you no more 'Cause I ain't gon' miss no more You gon' be in that hearse Ask God like, "Why me?" Let a nigga try me Get stuck to the IV Kid, pass me the ball, I'ma shoot like Kyrie Beat the block up like Ali I was in the house in the winter with no heat Sleeping on the floor in the cold with no sheets Sitting on your ass, like you ain't got no feet Bitch sucked my dick, like she ain't got no teeth She wet the bed up, gotta go and get new sheets Only one me in the bed with two freaks Gotta work hard 'cause the shit don't come sweet They ain't outside, niggas hide, we gon' seek I love my driver 'cause he a rider Do a drive-by, shots fired at the limo Big .45 up this bitch It got a lot of kick, but it still didn't miss Tra-Tra-Trap at the bando, l don't know famo Why I fill his ass with a whole lot of ammo Hit a nigga block with Glocks then shoot it up When we come back, see a whole lot of candles Try to stick me but they know I got handles See new haters, I feel like Mano You could leave the state but you still on my list though We can meet up, nigga, what you wanna diss for? Suck a nigga dick, bitch, what you wanna kiss for? Fall in the mall then ball like disco Wanna fuck with us? At your own risk, though Nigga act tough, I know he a bitch though Drive the car real fast, that's what it's made for Nigga, I don't lease shit, all this shit paid for I don't gotta clean up, that's what the maid for Wanna act brave? That's what the K for Simon says, all these hoes do what I say so Get a brick then break it down like a Lego Get dope playin' with the dope like clay doh Fuck a hoe, bad bitch show 'em how to rainbow You ain't know me, fuck boy, you a lamo Fuck up my chips, don't fuck with my Pringles Bank rolls full of hunnid, throw no single Nigga, know my name ring bells, no jingle We don't got no chill We do drills out of automobiles Bitch, take off them heels Let me feel to see if it's real I love popping pills 'Cause I like the way it make me feel Nigga, better not squeal If you tell, boy, your ass get killed If that bitch suck my dick Now I like smell like belvedere We be in the clubs and the mall Boy, you're never there You wanna show your ass Chopper knock you out your underwear And don't get hurt 'Cause me and my niggas on dirt We'll put a nigga under there I'm reminiscent, I'm on a mission Dosed off in the kitchen, I fell asleep whippin' You might fall on your face if you be trippin' Don't get caught in your tracks, your blood drippin' You get caught in that act, yeah, you was slippin' Threw the bitch a few ones 'cause she was strippin' White with the white, yeah, we be flippin' Bitch, I'm gone I-I-I just hit a home run You want a war, but you ain't got your own guns Sneak diss me, fuck with the wrong one Mama told me, "Son, don't fear no one" Clip full of hollows, you can hold one You rap about guns, nigga, better tote one Police let me go, told 'em I don't know nothin' Rap about dope but you never sold none Teddy want a .38, it's a throwaway Kick a bitch out, I know she a throwaway T-T-Take off that makeup, we don't need no foreplay Run that bullshit while we joke, hit 'em, no say Selling packs out the car, wait in the hallway You don't listen, you gon' find out the hard way Hit a nigga block, come out the wrong way Better shut up, nigga, you don't want gunplay Drunk in love, your fiancée like Beyoncé Homicide on anyone tryna harm me 'Fore I hit the streets, my mama warn me A lot of niggas snitches, they be informing Give your bitch my mic, now she performing Don't make me up the hoe and then get to blowin' it I be strapped like a dyke if you got a knife You gon' lose your life, won't see the morning We don't got no chill We do drills out of automobiles Bitch, take off them heels Let me feel to see if it's real I love popping pills 'Cause I like the way it make me feel Nigga, better not squeal If you tell, boy, your ass get killed If that bitch suck my dick Now I like smell like belvedere We be in the clubs and the mall Boy, you're never there You wanna show your ass Chopper knock you out your underwear And don't get hurt (bitch) 'Cause me and my niggas on dirt (where I see 'em) We gon' put a nigga under there Gang Skrt, skrt