Chill Nigga

Chill Nigga

Yeah and this is that Dub-O shit
And what we gone do is take out some of the finest, and I mean the finest
Put it inside that swisher and light that mother fucker up

[Verse 1]
I used to climb in them trees in my younger days now I chop em
Back to back with them stogies I'm smokin on somethin proper
With this chick from Atlanta, name Peach and she taste like cobbler
Can't forget Indiana, Savannah when I had her topless
Taking shot guns to da lips
She loving it
Talkin bout she celibate but I still end up fuckin it
I'm chillin watching live porn during tour up and down the map East and West a must I carry oooon
The code in my area 216 no fearin us
Laughin to the bank on niggas that shit be hilarious
Head to toe fresh Daddy looking like a million
At the top me n Mary took it way beyond the ceiling
Rich nigga, not yet, I'm still on the mission for it
Gotta hater found a 9 n I got ammunition for it
All gold everything and I got your bitch diggin for it
Representin for the team and all she had to do was blow a

[Hook]
Chill nigga
She always wanna roll
And I might let her, introduce her to some real niggas
Everywhere I go, I got that pack and that shit is murder
She dying for that real killa
I'm quick to let her know pop it for me but save the drama cause I ain't gotta deal wit her
Never, never no no
Bitch you chopping wit a chill nigga

[Verse 2]
Catch me flickin wit different women forgettin I gotta lady forgive me yeah she forgave me she left me and had a baby
Now a days its been gravy
Mashed potatoes n chicken
Got naked chicks in the kitchen
She whippin wit no permission
I'm young and I'm livin, oh you can't tell by my smile?
Put that swagger in motion, won't let that go out of style
Bitches lovin my cool, junkies feelin my high
So I double dose that supply like you gotta try, no deny
I'm on a yacht out in Dallas, ballin on top of water
I'm with some niggas from way back, yeah EST's what they call us
Youngin come from that gutta, my brother can tell ya dat
In the cadillac riding dirty with a 38 in the back
Timberlands on my feet tell em ain't nothin changed
Cept I'm no longer drivin, I'm always flying on planes
From that smoke I emerge, I'm burinin how you ain't heard
I know you can smell my loud why you think your bitch over here wit a

[Hook]
Chill nigga
She always wanna roll
And I might let her, introduce her to some real niggas
Everywhere I go, I got that pack and that shit is murder
She dying for that real killa
I'm quick to let her know pop it for me but save the drama cause I ain't gotta deal wit her
Never, never no no
Bitch you choppin wit a chill nigga