Lyrics

I don't wanna drill Rather get drunk and get chill Put some ice in my cup Yeah I like it chill Take a flight in the night Straight up to the hills I be high as a kite Still ain't got no ceils Catch me in the section I be Poppin all the ceils Bunch of pretty ladies they be Touching on they heels Lot of niggas rapping but they still ain't got no skills When I walk up in the building give a different feel Different vibe Yeah a nigga on a different time Copped a rolex still hard for me to be on time Gotta show up late cause they know I'm hella fly Gotta dodge the fake cause I know they be despise I ain't for the drama word 2 gangsta grillz Keep talking out your melon it's gon get you peeled Fake tough niggas never had to be forreal Pushin P my mother named ya boy Pharrell Pricey Icey Haters want to fight me Seen ya girl bet she wanna be my wifey Hate me or like me you still nothing like me It's like these niggas want stains on they white tees I don't wanna drill Rather get drunk and get chill Put some ice in my cup Yeah I like it chill Take a flight in the night Straight up to the hills I be high as a kite Still ain't got no ceils Catch me in the section I be Poppin all the ceils Bunch of pretty ladies they be Touching on they heels Lot of niggas rapping but they still ain't got no skills When I walk up in the building give a different feel Got my wrist made up Can't fuck with niggas cause they shit made up I like my business like my drinks straight up Seeing all that ass got my shit straight up Straight up Ima risk taker Fuck all my haters know they can't take us Ain't no better feeling than some brand new bucks Now mami shake that ass like a brand new butt 2 step 2 step 2 step They could see the vibe I ain't even gotta flex Y'all could see the aura you could read it like a text Hit like grabba you could feel it in your chest I don't wanna drill Rather get drunk and get chill Put some ice in my cup Yeah I like it chill Take a flight in the night Straight up to the hills I be high as a kite Still ain't got no ceils Catch me in the section I be Poppin all the ceils Bunch of pretty ladies they be Touching on they heels Lot of niggas rapping but they still ain't got no skills When I walk up in the building give a different feel
Writer(s): Jaasu Mallory, Vondell Chauncey Lezama-thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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