Chill Lyrics

Chill on me

For real

Chill on me

Ah

Chill on me

For real

Chill on me

Ah

Chill on me

For real

Chill on me

Ah

Chill on me

For real

Chill on me

Ah yea chill on me

My niggas they eating

got meals on me

To get high like me

you need pills on me

No pen no paper

No deals on me

Uh she hit my phone at 10

Shawty's a dime she is a 10

She want to link

and I told her when?

She's on her knees

She didn't say amen

She saying please

Cuz I'm all in

Foot on the court

So I'm balling

There is no time

Enough stalling

Whip so low

I gotta fall in

You in my bag you a grown ass man

Boy you is a lame always alone ass man

Boy you is a dummy you slow ass man

But me imma shoot

Aim at the dome ass man

Yea me imma

Fendi Prada Chrome ass man

Yea me you know I'm a cold ass man

Yea my chain be ice 30 below ass man

I don't have horns imma goat ass man

Chill on me

For real

Chill on me

Ah

Chill on me

For real

Chill on me

Ah

Chill on me

For real

Chill on me

Ah

Chill on me

For real

Chill on me

I eat up like bon appétit

I gotta burst it's shooting out three

One for you and you not me

I thought she was a good girl nah she a Freak

I thought that was

Yo girl but nah she for me

I thought she was for me

But it's for the whole team

It can get spooky like it's Halloween

I sit back and count up my green

That right there is

Gonna come with a fee

223s singing like it is glee

I knew she was gold digging

She said uh it's the cash for me

Is you gonna really take off with me And do the dash with me

Yea I know you ain't ride for me so yea It's a pass from me

I cannot believe nothing you say Everything is blasphemy

But anyways check out the accuracy

But anyways you won't

Get the last from me

Anyways now you just trash to me

Now lil shorty is gassing me

But back then you was just passing me

Chill on me

For real

Chill on me

Ah

Chill on me

For real

Chill on me

Ah

Chill on me

For real

Chill on me

Ah