No Chill

Lyrics

[Intro] (M-M-Money) Ayy, turn my headphones up, I got you Nah, for real Keep talkin' 'bout chill, man, chill (This motherfucker so hard) Frrt [Chorus] Ain't no chill Talkin' 'bout, ain't no chill Talkin' 'bout, ain't no chill They be talkin' 'bout, "Chill, fam," ain't no chill, shit Diamonds on me real fine, shit, and they chill, shit I got some hoes slim fine, shit, and they real, shit AK-45 fire shit up, 45 fire shit up 45 fire shit up, 45 fire shit up, yeah [Verse 1] Show price, nigga shouldn't even be worried 'bout what the verse pay I just took that ho out to Turks, it ain't even her birthday Real trapper, I will fuck your town up in the worst way I got loads, I got lean for niggas who really thirsty Why you turn your grandma house to a motherfuckin' workplace? Know thesе prices high, why you come herе in the first place? Bottega on her shoes, give no damn what a lil' ho purse say My bitch super bad, you shoulda seen the look on her face I'm in LA, I'm outside and I still got my blick on me I got all these vibes and I still got my bitch with me Fuck the other side, might just roll in, hurt they pride I ran up my pape', I ain't havin' no issues on this side [Chorus] Ain't no chill Talkin' 'bout, ain't no chill Talkin' 'bout, ain't no chill They be talkin' 'bout, "Chill, fam," ain't no chill, shit Diamonds on me real fine, shit, and they chill, shit I got some hoes slim fine, shit, and they real, shit AK-45 fire shit up, 45 fire shit up 45 fire shit up, 45 fire shit up, yeah [Verse 2] They tellin' me to chill with this money, but I can't Million-dollar nigga, I can pull a hundred right out the bank, yeah Forty-eight hundred for this lil' bitty-ass pint, yeah I'll pour this shit out down the motherfuckin' sink, yeah I got all these seals, uh, I ain't got no deal for 'em My plug way too real, uh, I run through this field for him Chasin' after hundreds, I climb up top, I run down hills for 'em Please don't waste my time when you come to my spot, my traphouse still goin' They know I'm that nigga 'round this town, ain't gotta flex for 'em I was dead-ass broke, I called the plug and I had that check for him Blowin' all this Apex, you won't find this in your bed farm They know the boy don't play, I'm puttin' 'em down, I'm one of the best of 'em [Chorus] Ain't no chill Talkin' 'bout, ain't no chill Talkin' 'bout, ain't no chill They be talkin' 'bout, "Chill, fam," ain't no chill, shit Diamonds on me real fine, shit, and they chill, shit I got some hoes slim fine, shit, and they real, shit AK-45 fire shit up, 45 fire shit up 45 fire shit up, 45 fire shit up, yeah [Outro] (M-M-Money)