Moneybagg Yo ft. Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez – No Chill Lyrics

Lyrics No Chill – Moneybagg Yo feat. Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez

Try to dumb it down
But I’m too rich to act like I was broke
Gucci store 7500 on a leather coat
Free the bros

Yeah, I prolly say that s**t on every song
Corner store held me down
I didn’t have nowhere else to go
He kickin doors bruh didn’t have no clothes
And mom was on the dope, we switchin up

Got our hands on pistols we start stickin up
Jus give it up he got a bad temper he be quick to bust
My life is rough
We weren’t goin to school we tryna run it up
Walk to the bluff

Free lil Jock and D can’t say that s**t enough
A stolen truck We got on the chase we had got away
And tony make Lupo caught the case
That s**t that was cray
Marco survived
He got in another race somebody died

I been in the streets since I was nine for real
Think this money got me traumatized ain’t got no time to chill
I know if a b**ch won’t then my mama will
I can’t lie I’ve popped a lotta pills
To get me in my mode but I can’t take no mo

All this pain don’t know how to feel
I was taught if you gone take it go on
And take it don’t know how to steal
F**k the ops we gotta kill
Slide back on that same drill
Let me stick it out the window
Imma drive the wheel

All white my teeth I had to travel overseas
Lil b**ch wanna bless and told her f**k me till she sneeze
Yes, them my Cartiers they keep askin what are these
Coco from the floor up all I rock is double C’s
No slowin down Shop with BGE we havin a lotta pounds
Ja Morant 12 bows in the air caught him and dunked it down
He hidin out I jus got the drop he on my side of town
I’m fresh to def had on Balency runners but I walked em down

Lil b**ch bad she call me dad like I’m a father figure
Triple beam under the bed cause I can’t wait to hit her
You know the rules can’t bust a move if I ain’t got my pistol
Count it up a half a mil then get a finger blister

This s**t get ugly s**t get mad real
Two hittaz behind me they my ad libs
Put on every chain still ain’t got time to chill
Choose one you want attention or a hundred mil
N**gas don’t be on s**t no mo so I don’t do favors
Dior, Louis V, Amiri I got on a few flavors
Gang gang around this b**ch I like a fool savor
He wanna be famous f**k it put him cross the newspapers

Cuban Link around my neck even tho I’m a n**ga
Ten inch haters I’ll prolly shoot my shot at Serena Williams
I did some s**t Beyonce way before I heard by jigga
Where I’m from you gotta felony you still gotta keep a pistol

Bring it down in traffic weigh it up in plastic
Lil’ s**t too savage f**kin her friend baby daddy
I had to crash in a trap house that bed had too much traffic
Shoot this b**ch like Stackhouse he play for the Mavericks
Geekin in the club moνe around and the crowd get it
She let me f**k I was just finna ask could my dog hit it
Witnessed some dope boys six feet that got rich off midgets
I had f**ked a cougar she ain’t even know these thousand dollar britches

You can’t be playin with these n**gas
Can’t be playin with these h*es
All a youngin’ know is doors locked
Even though keys open doors
Know it’s open safe
Me and my woman getting cake
No money in my pockets, I left it at the bank
Got cake on the outfit, I wore it two days
Sixteen Henny with some Hi-Tech, drank it in two days
Every p**sy he brought here me
If I die ‘fore all my opps, make sure they get spinned

Aventador, eighty-thousand Chevrolet…

➤ Written by Southside, Rylo Rodriguez, Lil Baby & Moneybagg Yo
Album: Time Served (Deluxe)
Produced by Southside
Moneybagg Yo | Lil Baby | Rylo Rodriguez | 2020

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