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Chill Guy

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Chill Guy was released on April 10, 2026 by broke as a part of the album Not A Gangsta

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Da Getta

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Da Getta

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DanielWsp

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I heard you talkin', I heard you talkin' too much

I'ma handle that smoke when I get back

How is you gangsta but you scared of danger?

I know I see hoe in your lil' bitty bitch ass

I heard you sneak-diss way too much

I heard you loud and ain't on nothin'

I even heard about you bein' so damn scary

When you not around **** with guns

Countin' these racks pockets look like the lotto

Get rich by chain, got me pourin' up water

Want my respect if it's needed, I'll squabble

I find out you're fake, you'll be gone by tomorrow

Said I won't crash, who the fuck is you testin'?

A thirty-round drum and it came with a message

No, I ain't no killer, just one of them ****

Ain't goin' for nothin', especially weapons

Why be a killer? Just give me some logic

And why be that **** that make it a hobby?

I'm not tryna judge, but I know a couple of thugs

That got out, becoming somebody

These **** never could get in the picture

True definition of a real ass ****

This shit can only get bigger

So you better get right now or I ain't comin' with you

I heard you talkin', I heard you talkin' too much

I'ma handle that smoke when I get back

How is you gangsta but you scared of danger?

I know I see hoe in your lil' bitty bitch ass

I heard you sneak-diss way too much

I heard you loud and ain't on nothin'

I even heard about you bein' so damn scary

When you not around **** with guns

Let's go, ****, run up your money for sure with 'em

I be with four hitters, deep with like four pistols

Hope this shit so crystal, won't play with no ****

Getta gone go get 'em, bitch, I'ma go getter

Bitch, I'ma go get this shit for my folks

Really, that **** that's givin' 'em hope

Got out on my own, I'm really alone

But I don't give a fuck, gotta keep goin' strong

And when I was broke, I hustled for more

These **** don't know what it mean to be poor

If bro say it's smoke, then he wants the smoke

Only smoke that I know tell my **** to go

I ain't for the playin', I came with a plan

I take my advance, invest in some land

My feet in the sand, run up these bands

And do it again, lil' bitch, I'm that man

I heard you talkin', I heard you talkin' too much

I'ma handle that smoke when I get back

How is you gangsta but you scared of danger?

I know I see hoe in your lil' bitty bitch ass

I heard you sneak-diss way too much

I heard you loud and ain't on nothin'

I even heard about you bein' so damn scary

When you not around **** with guns

Written by: Da Getta

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