Lyrics

(KP Beatz)
Look, it's No Chill
'Member days I had no till, so I had to whip it like oatmeal
Stamps on the brick, signed up to a coke deal
Decamp the whip if you can't lose the Old Bill
Look, it's No Chill
'Member days I had no till, so I had to whip it like oatmeal
Stamps on the brick, signed up to a coke deal
Decamp the whip if you can't lose the Old Bill
So let a **** try me like Dej Loaf
Four-five Glock let it slap through your mate's coat
And if we're talkin' 'bout the trap, yeah I've made loads
In and out the bando with a bag off full of flake O's
So why'd you think I call myself No Chill?
Half a box in the pot, whip it like oatmeal
And I ain't fuckin' with the work unless the coke sealed
You ever made a hundred and thought it looks low still
I'm just tryna strike gold, I don't really do last
Sick of eatin' fast food, I was movin' food fast
Back in the can, canteen sheets sellin' blue packs
Thought he was the man, he got caught with just a few racks
Cos if I never went back, I woulda gone clear
Sittin' in my cell, thinkin' like I never should've gone near
I bought a big Glock before my Moncler
I made a killin' off his block and I ain't even from there
Look, it's No Chill
'Member days I had no till, so I had to whip it like oatmeal
Stamps on the brick, signed up to a coke deal
Decamp the whip if you can't lose the Old Bill
Look, it's No Chill
'Member days I had no till, so I had to whip it like oatmeal
Stamps on the brick, signed up to a coke deal
Decamp the whip if you can't lose the Old Bill
Hopped out the gate to the G Wag, you know the Gs come
Had feds searchin' the G Wag, you know the Gs hot
I was on G wing with the Gs on
And remember Mr. G, he used to creep lots
From young, man kept my G cocked
Don't come to this G's block, you might get your G shot
You see the buss down dweller that's a G's watch
Half a box of each, give me bout a week tops
Like fuck an encro, I made a killin' off my temp phone
By ten a clock, a hundred pebs sold
I got this one chick, she gives me the best dome
She asked to be my wife, I replied like, "Hell no"
'Cause they don't stick around when you go and sweep floors
Free my **** on the one-twos-threes-fours
He ain't an opp, so what the fuck we gotta speak for?
I can tell by his eyes, he ain't on street wars
Look, it's No Chill
'Member days I had no till, so I had to whip it like oatmeal
Stamps on the brick, signed up to a coke deal
Decamp the whip if you can't lose the Old Bill
Look, it's No Chill
'Member days I had no till, so I had to whip it like oatmeal
Stamps on the brick, signed up to a coke deal
Decamp the whip if you can't lose the Old Bill
KP Beatz
Written by: C. Curtis
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