No Chill

Blazin' up the kill I'm too turnt with no chill Bro, this is all for the feel I'm movin' slow with no wheels These hoes embracin' my skills You won't blaze it up, then I will Man, this is for the feel Man, this is how I feel I'm gettin' high in my high rise And I still can't believe I'm him In LA, a nigga got a pool on the roof So I'm thinkin' I might go take a swim Took a couple out the ATM So I doubled up and then deposit back When the dollar callin', I'ma holla back I'm fuckin' with her off how she act New releases, more events Talk to Dame and the money spent 52 shows in 61 days With a stoner kid, that's dummy lit I feel like Nino Brown with a money clip Rollin' big J's with the funky tip Hangin' up niggas like ornaments With performances we made a career Couple 100 thou' I made in a year Niggas diss me when I ain't even here So I'm flippin' the page Comin' home to my dinner made My story couldn't fit the page Everyday is a different stage So I'm switchin' lanes with a pretty thang With a bitch that ain't had dick in days Gotta keep it real with no chill We don't ever f*ck and then post about it F*ck her face until her throat retire Got a pornstar, finna polarize her I know my limit's But I blacked out way before the fire Man, I'm fucked up in my hotel If these hoes tell then they lyin' 'Cause man I'm Blazin' up the kill I'm too turnt with no chill Bro, this is all for the feel I'm movin' slow with no wheels These hoes embracin' my skills You won't blaze it up, then I will Man, this is for the feel Man, this is how I feel Book me a flight for two days I need a thick chick to go both ways And she got friends, tell 'em hop in We in for wild nights and them good days Rap shit always good pay So I went and got it Made the product and count the profit Haters watchin' but can't stop us We smoke the strongest, our hoes the thickest Don't you wish you was rollin' with us? Follow me down the road to riches Hoes and bitches, joints and swishers They know the difference Gotta pay attention to the detail Hustle daily for the retail Still countin' money off weed sales She got pig tails and the lingerie She want her hair pulled out the long day From the elevator to the hallway Of the hotel like, "Oh well" We won't tell, that's okay 'Cause that's all business Work the pussy out, that's all fitness Ounces with us they bouncin' with us Be out with us servin' outfittas For the quick fit One night stand for the quick fix Two elbows and siz zips Smoke good when we take trips Niggas talk shit but we really hit Just ask around Take another hit and pass around Niggas get mad, they don't have the sound Way out of town they out of bounds I'm always down to smoke Blazin' up the kill I'm too turnt with no chill Bro, this is all for the feel I'm movin' slow with no wheels These hoes embracin' my skills You won't blaze it up, then I will Man, this is for the feel Man, this is how I feel I say new lord to this rap shit We way past that swag shit No shirt with the jacket Made your next and ex backflip Boy, give me space only real in the place Pass it, puff to the face Life is only what you make it You hatin' 'cause I'm made it great (sauce) Everythin' exclusive Got 'em sendin' news, it's really raw I'm out here signin' boujee One smoke with the crew girl, get involved You don't know me you better not bro me No time for Jo-Bronies Weed and women, they came for the homies Time to show me No chill, no chill A nigga need more weed and more pills A bitch stressed You don't know how bein' broke feel Never got bail and what you Do is probly more bills How yo cash with the gas for your automobile Free Matt, my brodie He ain't takin' no deals he said "Drop somethin' the bad bitches gon' feel" Kickin' flow all the borin' Ass rappers gon' steal here he comes Keys open doors, weed open pores I'm hotter than a Juvenile 400 Degrez CD in a store F*ck a wave, get a whole beat for the boy Pay a fee for my voice I live the shit these rappers say I do Known for breakin' hearts and breakin' rules My niggas fools advise, you to play it cool You got punk round you, you Got punk round you, nigga Blazin' up the kill I'm too turnt with no chill Bro, this is all for the feel I'm movin' slow with no wheels These hoes embracin' my skills You won't blaze it up, then I will Man, this is for the feel Man, this is how I feel