No Chill Lyrics

Can they keep they cool

I Don't Know

Ain't no coat

Can't be hanging with no hoes

Try and bend the rules

Until something get broke

Took too many steps

In these shoes ain't no joke

Ain't no looking back

Too busy moving forward

Nothing in the past

Can hold me back no more

Always came in last

Cause I put niggas first

Got to keep a strap

To stay out of that hearse

Yo bitch can get snatched

Like a designer purse

My hands and her ass

Make it clap, go to work

Ain't no question to ask

When you know what you worth

I can not go out bad

Got my dick out the dirt

If the pussy is trash

Ima yeet when I skurt

I know that you sad but

We both done got hurt

You think that

This is what

I expected at first

I'm looking for Perry

Phineas and Ferb

No scary terry

Bitches nightmares

Is cured

You can call me Ted

But I'm no teddy bear

You got to have some lead

So that Pb can spread

She gone open her legs

If I bring out this bread

Coming back to life

Cause I bring back the dead

Got to have some light

All this darkness that shed

I use to get my licks

Off of craigslist

If I can't flip a brick

I'm a hit up the whip

If I don't get a grip

I start losing my shit

Like to bust the bag open

Like a bag of a chip

And these niggas be

Hoping that a nigga slip

Finna break the system

Stop playing games wit em

Finna break the system

Stop playing games wit em

Finna break the system

Stop playing games wit em

Man stop playing with them

Got out momma kitchen

Went to different districts

Never was a victim

Always been bout business

Don't let him off da leash

He gonna go get him

Feet in the sand at beach

They gone go missing

Keep on winning

Completing all of dese missons

I am but I'm not tryna make

Me a killing

Get out your feelings

Help me count up a million

So many light years

Done buzzed up

Past the ceilings

No convictions

Just some felonies

Still pending

The D.A mad at my ass

Cause I'm not snitching

Not even the bros or hoes

I can't mention

FreeDaOnes that's sitting

Smoke high class

In the clouds

Where I'm steering

No pilot but the auto

Have him flying glaring

Parachute drop him down

Where he landing

Dis ship too titanic

It's making them panic

Finna break the system

Stop playing games wit em

Finna break the system

Stop playing games wit em

Finna break the system

Stop playing games wit em