Ain’t No Chill

[Intro:]
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
What up
What up
What up
What up
(Aye)
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
(Bitch)
What up
What up
What up
(Aye)

[Verse I:]
Smoke that hoe out with my woes
You know how it goes
And I floss so fuckin’ much I deserve an award
Yea I use the fuckin force, midi-chlorians
And I move just like a boss, look but, please don’t touch!
Aye
You know I get that, I sit back, I chillax, I rip that, and I hit that blunt, once
I’m on the get back, so bitch where the bread at, I hit you like blunts, ‘til you, lumped, up
I got no regrets, I fuck up a bag, so bad, it look, like it, got jumped
I’m, so, high, that my third eye, up, in the, sky
Yea that’s that, Top Gun
Bitch you got me, fucked up
I got all these hoes, in my DM’s, but I don’t, love none
I got all these, enemies, in my way, and I might just, bust one
Niggas talkin’ ‘bout, how they the man, yea and they, once was
Play these hoes like gigs, no data plan, she call me up, yeah
I don’t really fuck with none y’all hoes, ‘cause none y’all, can be, trusted
Yellow diamonds, just like, mustard
She bend over, then she, bust it
I cannot get my mind off pussy
Most of y’all niggas act tough, but pussy
Act so soft, you like a, cushion
Smokin Dour, Kush & Cookies

[Hook:]
Ain’t no chill
Bitch I used to lie, rob, and steal
Smokin’ fire, higher, than a hill
If you know me, then you know I, keep it real
You with the realest now so tell me how it feel
(Aye, aye)
Bitch I used to lie, rob, and steal
Smokin’ fire higher than a hill
If you know me, then you know I, keep it real
You with the realest now, so tell me how it feel