Bankroll Reese, StanWill - Chilly Moe lyrics
[Bankroll Reese, StanWill - Chilly Moe lyrics]
(Ayy, Clover, what up?) yeah, uh huh
146 what up, Stan?
Yeah ayy, listen, ayy
Yeah, I heard he got some
Dissing on his mind, let me erase his shit
Skrrt, skrrt, then I'm racing shit
Heard he was squealing to the pigs
And I eat bacon bit's
I'm finna rock the city, G
How should I play this shit?
I hit her with the BRB
And then escape the bitch
I just took her to the BNB
On some basic shit
I just pulled yo WCE just on a basic fit
And I don't know what she see in
Me but I can't tame this bitch
Pull up and we dropping all the opps
Like we got nervous on 'em
Lights out, close the curtains on 'em
One thing I know about thеse hoes
Don't nevеr splurge on 'em
I'ma get the head but the
Body looking perfect on her
Ayy, wait, bitch, you better chill out
Yo friend ain't fuck my brother so I
Told that bitch to get out
I'll light the whole party up
We bring the kit out
We'll light the whole city up
We bring the sticks out
You can catch me throwing up the
East just like some bad food
Or catch me on the West
Tryna make the bag move
Bitch, I ain't nothing like yo last dude
He was a bum so I wouldn't
Even put it past you i think my ho's tryna
Figure out my whereabouts
It's very lil' shit that I'm gon' care about
I hit the club and it's
A movie like it's Paramount
I'm nineteen, I'm throwing racks
I got 'em staring now
They should throw me on a farm
I'm a billy goat tron thrusted up
Fucking hoes off the chilly bowl
Yelling ShittyBoyz, we put the city on
Flashing racks on the 'Gram, chilly moe
Huh, no cap, on some chill shit
All my niggas keep tools
They don't build shit
One thing that don't exist is a real bitch
Think my heart paralyze, I don't feel shit
Huh, and if it ain't credit
I don't steal shit
If I wasn't ShittyBoyz, I'll still shit
They tried to throw the curtains
Up but I'm still lit
Old bitch on my line, she still sick
Rocking Saints
Dodging all the demons after me
Punch so many times
I think Neiman's after me
Van Gogh did the kicks, these a masterpiece
If the opps slide, they gon' see a casualty
Out the way but in the way
Just tryna find a way
On the road out of town, tryna find a play
Pulled up in a kitty 'Cat, skrrt, skrrt
Ándale that's what the choppa say
Jugg God, Punch GOAT, bitch, I'm ScamWill
Motion detector on the chop
Better stand still
Upping cheese on the 'Gram? Pay yo damn bills
Even if they hit me with a deal
I'm jugging hams still
On my mama, I'm still jugging hams if they
Hit me with a motherfucking deal, no cap
Bitch what up, Reese?
146 what up, Stan?
Yeah ayy, listen, ayy
Yeah, I heard he got some
Dissing on his mind, let me erase his shit
Skrrt, skrrt, then I'm racing shit
Heard he was squealing to the pigs
And I eat bacon bit's
I'm finna rock the city, G
How should I play this shit?
I hit her with the BRB
And then escape the bitch
I just took her to the BNB
On some basic shit
I just pulled yo WCE just on a basic fit
And I don't know what she see in
Me but I can't tame this bitch
Pull up and we dropping all the opps
Like we got nervous on 'em
Lights out, close the curtains on 'em
One thing I know about thеse hoes
Don't nevеr splurge on 'em
I'ma get the head but the
Body looking perfect on her
Ayy, wait, bitch, you better chill out
Yo friend ain't fuck my brother so I
Told that bitch to get out
I'll light the whole party up
We bring the kit out
We'll light the whole city up
We bring the sticks out
You can catch me throwing up the
East just like some bad food
Or catch me on the West
Tryna make the bag move
Bitch, I ain't nothing like yo last dude
He was a bum so I wouldn't
Even put it past you i think my ho's tryna
Figure out my whereabouts
It's very lil' shit that I'm gon' care about
I hit the club and it's
A movie like it's Paramount
I'm nineteen, I'm throwing racks
I got 'em staring now
They should throw me on a farm
I'm a billy goat tron thrusted up
Fucking hoes off the chilly bowl
Yelling ShittyBoyz, we put the city on
Flashing racks on the 'Gram, chilly moe
Huh, no cap, on some chill shit
All my niggas keep tools
They don't build shit
One thing that don't exist is a real bitch
Think my heart paralyze, I don't feel shit
Huh, and if it ain't credit
I don't steal shit
If I wasn't ShittyBoyz, I'll still shit
They tried to throw the curtains
Up but I'm still lit
Old bitch on my line, she still sick
Rocking Saints
Dodging all the demons after me
Punch so many times
I think Neiman's after me
Van Gogh did the kicks, these a masterpiece
If the opps slide, they gon' see a casualty
Out the way but in the way
Just tryna find a way
On the road out of town, tryna find a play
Pulled up in a kitty 'Cat, skrrt, skrrt
Ándale that's what the choppa say
Jugg God, Punch GOAT, bitch, I'm ScamWill
Motion detector on the chop
Better stand still
Upping cheese on the 'Gram? Pay yo damn bills
Even if they hit me with a deal
I'm jugging hams still
On my mama, I'm still jugging hams if they
Hit me with a motherfucking deal, no cap
Bitch what up, Reese?