Chillin’ N Killin’

Lyrics

[Intro] Chilling and killing [Chorus] They still printing money try and get you some They still making guns go on and get you one I suggest you get you one I suggest you get you one They still printing money try and get you some They still making guns go on and get you one I suggest you get you one I suggest you get you one [Verse 1] Blue hunnid dollar bills you think I'm cripping Banana on a stick you think I'm slipping Booty big, softer than ma leather seats Quick, to slap you with my hand Bout ma paper feet swinging Chicken solo fake one you a duck back He took it home and opened it like what the fuck nigga Insta-thugging thinking I won't set them up I send my bitch in yo DM and get you stuck yeah I'm mack daddy, I'm dack strap I'm dat riddy shout out ma nigga mustard heavy that I got a itchy trigger finger itching constant I'm still that junky jilt that lost his conscience [Chorus] They still printing money try and get you some They still making guns go on and get you one I suggest you get you one I suggest you get you one They still printing money try and get you some They still making guns go on and get you one I suggest you get you one I suggest you get you some [Verse 2] I'm still jamming plugs and I ain't running off A nigga got asthma I can't run that long Ima shove this fucking tech right down your fucking neck Ima catch a charge hit the boss calling home collect (hello) Six figure bond paid it like a bond My co-defendant pussy and he played the part I did voodoo and the victim never came to court Bitch nigga be the one I put the makeup on They never stop making guns get you one They never stop making ones get you some Got a empty stomach with a full ranch Ima hit you up and I don't care who watching [Chorus] They still printing money try and get you some They still making guns go on and get you one I suggest you get you one I suggest you get you one They still printing money try and get you some They still making guns go on and get you one I suggest you get you one I suggest you get you some [Verse 3] I got the AK-47 from the devil himself Got this pot from the D-Boy who serving 30 to death Trapped out my mama house till she found my bond My big cousin said fuck it come and count these ones So much money in my face look like I ran in the bank I was only 15 whipping a 4 in the saint You outta sync petty paper bitch we after the brink I'm from the slums full of drugs niggas die by the link Got a hunnid round extendo even when it ain't beef Still fucking up foreigns even when it ain't lease Shout out to the robbers who still think I'm a slip And shout out to the choppers with the tape on the clip [Chorus] They still printing money try and get you some They still making guns go on and get you one I suggest you get you one I suggest you get you some