No Chill By Moneybagg Yo
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Tried to dumb me down but I’m too rich to act like I was poor
Gucci store, seventy-five hundred on a leather coat
Free the bro, yeah, I probably say that *** in every song
That corner store held me down, I didn’t have nowhere else to go
We kickin’ doors, Brendan had no clothes, his mom was on the ***
We switching up, got our hands on a pistol, we started stickin’ up
Just give it up, he got a bad temper, he’ll be quick to bust
My life was rough, we wasn’t going to school, we tryna run it up
Walk to the bluff, free lil’ Jaq and D, can’t say that *** enough
Stolen truck, we got on the chase but we had got away
Antonio make it, Lupo caught the case, that *** there was crazy
Marco survived, he got in another Wraith, somebody died
I been in the streets since I was nine, for real
Think this money got me traumatized, I ain’t got no time to chill
I know if a *** won’t, then my mama will
I can’t lie, I popped a lot of pills to get me in my mode, but I can’t take no more
All this pain, I don’t know how to feel
I was taught if you gon’ take it, go on and take it, I don’t know how to steal
*** the opps, we gotta ***
Slide back on the same drill
Let the stick head out the window, I’ma drive the wheel (Go)
All-white my teeth, I had to travel overseas (G’s)
Lil’ *** want a blessing, told her *** me ’til she sneeze (Achoo)
Baguettes in my Cartiers, they keep asking, “What are these?” (What’s that?)
CoCo from the floor up, all I rock is double-C’s (Chane’-ne’)
No slowing down, shot with BGE, we havin’ all the pounds
Ja Morant, 12, bows in the air, called him and dunked it down
He hiding out, I just got the drop, he on my side of town
I’m fresh to death, had on Balenci’ runners, but I walked ’em down (Brr)
Lil’ *** bad, she call me daddy like I’m her father figure (Woo)
Triple beam under the bed ’cause I can’t wait to hit ’em (Can’t wait)
You know the rules, can’t bust a move if I ain’t got my pistol (Can’t do that)
Count it up a half a mil’ then get a finger blister (Blue cheese bag, ayy)
This *** ugly, *** get mad real (Mad real)
Two hitters behind me, they my adlibs (Go, go)
Put on every chain, still ain’t got time to chill (Woo)
Choose one you want, attention or a hundred mil’ (Which one?)
Niggas don’t be on *** no more, so I don’t do favors
Dior, Louis V, Amiri, I got on a few flavors (Drip)
Gang gang air this *** out like a food saver
He wanna be famous, *** it, put him ‘cross the newspaper (Bow)
Cuban link around my neck even though I’m a ***, yeah
Tennis chains, I’d probably shoot my shot with Serena Williams (Yeah, yeah)
I did some *** Beyonce way ‘fore I heard about Jigga (‘Bout Jigga)
Where I’m from, you got a family one, you still gotta keep a pistol
Weigh it down and trap it (Trap it), weigh it up in the plastic (Trappin’)
Lil’ ho, she too savage, ***’ her friend baby daddy
I had to crash in the traphouse, that *** had too much traffic
I know Joey shoot this *** like Stackhouse like he play for the Mavericks
Rollin’, geekin’ in the club, who wanna [?]
She said she let me ***, I was just finna ask if my dawg hit it
I witnessed some *** boys six figures, they got rich off midget
I had *** a cougar, she ain’t even know these thousand-dollar britches
You can’t be playin’ with these niggas, can’t be playin’ with these hoes
All a youngin know is doors locked even though keys open doors
Know it’s open safe, me and my woman getting cake
No money in my [?], I left it at the bank
[?] cake on the outfit, I wore it two days
Sixteen hundred on some Hi-Tech, drank it in two days
Heard reports, so he ’bout to get [?]
If I die ‘fore all my opps, make sure they get spinned
Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet
Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet
Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet
