No Chill - Moneybagg Yo, Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez

Try to dumb it down but I’m too rich to act like

I was broke

Gucci store 7500 on a leather coat

Free the bros yeah

I prolly say that shit on every song

Corner store held me down

I didn’t have nowhere else to go

He kickin doors bruh didn’t have no clothes and mom was on the dope

We switchin up

Got our hands on pistols we start stickin up

Jus give it up he got a bad temper he be quick to bust

My life is rough

We weren’t goin to school we tryna run it up

Walk to the bluff

Free lil Jock and D can’t say that shit enough

A stolen truck We got on the chase we had got away

And tony make Lupo caught the case

That shit that was cray

Marco survived

He got in another race somebody died

I been in the streets since I was 9 for real

Think this money got me traumatized ain’t got no time to chill

I know if a bitch won’t then my mama will I can’t lie

I’ve popped a lotta pills

To get me in my mode but I can’t take no mo

All this pain don’t know how to feel

I was taught if you gone take it go on and take it don’t know how to steal

Fuck the ops we gotta kill

Slide back on that same drill

Let me stick it out the window

Imma drive the wheel

All white my teeth I had to travel overseas

Lil bitch wanna bless and told her fuck me till she sneeze (choo)

Yes, them my Cartiers they keep askin what are these (what's that)

Coco from the floor up all I rock is double C’s (nay nay)

No slowin down Shop with BGE we havin a lotta pounds

Ja Morant 12 bows in the air caught him and dunked it down

He hidin out I jus got the drop he on my side of town

I’m fresh to def had on Balency runners but I walked em down

Lil bitch bad she call me dad like I’m a father figure

Triple beam under the bed cause I can’t wait to hit her (Can't wait)

You know the rules can’t bust a move if I ain’t got my pistol (Can't do dat)

Count it up a half a mil then get a finger blister

This shit get ugly shit get mad real

2 hittaz behind me they my ad libs

Put on every chain still ain’t got time to chill

Choose one you want attention or a hundred mil niggas don’t be on shit no mo so

I don’t do favors Dior, Louis V, Amiri I got on a few flavors (Drip)

Gang gang around this bitch I like a fool savor

He wanna be famous fuck it put him cross the newspapers

Cuban Link around my neck even tho I’m a nigga

10 inch haters I’ll prolly shoot my shot at Serena Williams

I did some shit Beyonce way before I heard by jigga

Where I’m from you gotta felony you still gotta keep a pistol

Bring it down in traffic weigh it up in plastic

Lil hoe too savage fuckin her friend baby daddy

I had to crash in a trap house that bed had too much traffic

Shoot this bitch like Stackhouse he play for the Mavericks

Geekin in the club move around and the crowd get it

She let me fuck I was just finna ask could my dog hit it

Witnessed some dope boys 6 feet that got rich off midgets

I had fucked a cougar she ain’t even know these thousand dollar britches

Can’t be playin with these niggas can’t be playin with these hoes

I was a youngin on that doe like even though keys open doors

No one opens safes and my woman getting cake

And money in my pocket is a little too debate

But I’ll kill yo lil outfit

I wore it two days

Ya see henny