Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez, Moneybagg Yo - No Chill lyrics

(Southside on the track, yeah)

Tried to dumb me down but I'm
Too rich to act like I was broke
Gucci store, seventy-five hundred on
A leather coat free the bro, yeah
I probably say that shit in every song
That corner store held me down
I didn't have nowhere else to go
We kickin' doors, Brendan had no clothes
His mom was on the dope
We switching up, got our hands on a pistol
We started stickin' up
Just give it up, he got a bad temper
He be quick to bust my life was rough, we
Wasn't going to school, We tryna run it up
Walk to the bluff, free lil' Jaq and D
Can't say that shit enough stolen truck
We got on the chase but we had got away
Antonio make it, Lupo caught the case
That shit there was cray
Marco survived, he got in another Wraith
Somebody died
I been in the streets since I was nine
For real
Think this money got me traumatized
I ain't got no time to chill
I know if a bitch won't, then my mama will
I can't lie, I popped a lot of
Pills to get me in my mode
But I can't take no more
All this pain, I don't know how to feel
I was taught if you gon' take
It, go on and take it
I don't know how to steal
Fuck the opps, we gotta kil l
Slide back on the same drill
Let the stick head out the window
I'ma drive the wheel (Go)

All-white my teeth, I had to travel overseas
(G's) lil' bitch want a blessing
Told her fuck me 'til she sneeze (Achoo)
Baguettes in my Cartiers, they keep asking
"What are these?" (What's that?)
CoCo from the floor up
All I rock is double-C's (Chane'-ne')
No slowing down, shot with BGE
We havin' all the pounds
Ja Morant, 12, bows in the air
Called him and dunked it down
He hiding out, I just got the drop
He on my side of town
I'm fresh to death, had
On Balenci' runners, But I walked 'em down
(Brr) lil' bitch bad
She call me dad like I'm her father figure
(Woo) triple beam under the bed 'cause I
Can't wait to hit 'em (Can't wait)
You know the rules
Can't bust a move if I ain't got my pistol
(Can't do that) counted up a half a mil'
Then get a finger blister
(Blue cheese bag, ayy)
This shit ugly, shit get mad real (Mad real)
Two hitters behind me, they my adlibs
(Go, go) put on every chain
Still ain't got time to chill (Woo)
Choose one you want
Attention or a hundred mil' (Which one?)
Niggas don't be on shit no more
So I don't do favors
Dior, Louis V, Amiri, I got on a few flavors
(Drip) gang gang air this bitch out
Like a food saver
He wanna be famous, fuck it
Put him 'cross the newspaper (Bow)

Cuban link around my neck even
Though I'm a nigga, Yeah
Tennis chains, I'd probably shoot my shot
At Serena Williams (Yeah! Yeah)
I did some shit beyond said
(Beyoncé) way 'fore I heard
About Jigga ('Bout Jigga)
Where I'm from, you got a felony warrant
You still gotta keep a pistol
Break it down and trap it (Trap it)
Wrap it up in the plastic (Trappin')
Lil' ho, she too savage
Fuckin' her friend baby daddy
I had to crash in the trap house
Cuz that bed had too much traffic
I know George shoot this
Bitch like Stackhouse
Like he play for the Mavericks (Rollin')
Geekin' in the club, move around the crowd
Get it she said she'd let me fuck
I was just finna ask if my dawg hit it
I witnessed some dope boys six feet
That got rich off midget
I had fucked a cougar
She ain't even know these
Thousand dollar britches
I can't be playin' with these niggas
Can't be playin' with these hoes
All the youngins know is doors locked
Even though keys open doors
Know it's open safe
Even my woman getting cake
No money in my pocket, I left it at the bank
5k on a lil outfit, I wore it two days
Sixteen hundred on some Hi Tech
Drank it in two days
Had to report so he prolly gettin' rich
If I die 'fore all my opps
Make sure they get spinned
Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet
Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet
Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet