Chill Guy (Sped Up + Pitch) (Feat. Kyle Richh)
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3:01Nigga, what? What? (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Nigga, ah, ah Wait Bitch is a thot, she gon' ride with the steppers She don't care, she eat dick up whenever (Kezii) You cuff the thot, you better get it together Why? She gon' cheat, she won't love you forever Bullets is burnin' you hotter than pepper If I say the word, have the stompers go get 'em (ah) Ah, send the addy, I link up wherever Ah, keep a gun, it don't matter the weather See B-Lovee, throw a shot through the sweater Like, she'll play tricks in your mind if you let her Thot, bop, bitch, who do it better? Ah, free the guys they don't care 'bout no letters Like, niggas play in the spot, give 'em cheddar Trappin' in jail, but my sons, don't let up Boy, I told y'all I pray, but y'all know that I sin Wait after church, then we load up them grips Ahh, say a verse, then we go hit the strip Still thankin' God while I break down the brick We singing songs for the ones who got hit Ah, and a prayer for the ones who got sent It's getting gritty, take a flick with your friends Why? You don't know who could be next no the list Boy actin' bad, but I know that he popped, ah Why? 'Cause that boy got popped Damn, who should've bought 'em a knock? Must've forgot that it was shoot or get shot Boy started dartin', it was O's in the spot, ah Panickin', tuckin' that watch Ah, got something for the 30 and a Glock Like, stay on point, put the beam on the mop Jenn got up close, I was smacking that thot Ah, bitch lucky I ain't see her on that block Like, word to bro, I keep one in the top They know my bop, get up close, throw a shot Bro feel like Dame, when there's one on the clock And Damie just got a new chop Fuck her so good that she tellin' me "stop" Calling me "daddy" tryna make me her Pop Bitch is a freak tryna eat up the team Ah, she a thot, she gon' eat just to eat She wanna be down, so she totin' on the heat She let me fuck, so I nut on her teeth Ah, ah, bitch wildin', but that's how it be I never get mad, 'cause that bitch for the streets Wait, don't cuff her, just let her be free 'Cause she riding dick like she taking a seat Ah! Wait, she ate me then she ate up the sleeze Bitch is not dumb and I know what that mean Ah! You gon' die tryna' be a lil' freak Bitch tryna line me, I'm knocking off Lee's Ah! Get the addy, pull up where you leave She like Bloodie, I miss you and got on her knees No, we not fuckin', bitch, get off my jeans She like Bloodie, chill, boy, I got what you need If you know then you know, I ain't come up off rap Ah! Bag up, hitting that trap Damn, I was young, I was giving out packs They know my bop, bro, I chop with a strap We'll push a button, make it shoot if he makk They ain't get robbed and we still got back Why? Boy pushed up and got clapped Lotti was spinnin', but that boy wasn't tact Kal G died, that's a fact They was all bugging now, they all got tats Running, where? Bullets is beating your back Ah, man, now I got the lo where you at Dummy, you should've stayed off the app Wait, why? You know what happened to Matt Damn, duckin' and runnin', he was tact' Wait, he ain't even know he was tagged (nigga, mattSav) (Nigga who? What? Ah, ah, ah) Wait Bitch is a thot, she gon' ride with the steppers She don't care, she eat dick up whenever (Kezii) You cuff the thot, you better get it together Why? She gon' cheat, she won't love you forever Bullets is burnin', you hotter than pepper If I say the word, have the stompers go get 'em (ah) Send the addy, I link up wherever Bitch, keep a gun it don't matter the weather See B-Lovee, bro, I'll shoot through the sweater She gon' play tricks in your mind if you let her Ah, ah, mm, uh Die block, mm