Chill Pill

[Verse 1: Bla$ta]
What goes comes around like a windmill
Fuck doggin' a ball, bitch ima ben still
Ima four course nigga fire bitch give me a kid's meal
Come around, where you say you from, shit'll get real
Play with me, be on volume two, huh Kill Bill
When we snatching niggas ass up, welcome to still Bill
We the ones leaves niggas cooked at the chill grill
I just popped another pink 10, these my chill pills

[Verse 2: Mitchell and Bla$ta]
Aye
All these niggas fake, we the real real
Look him in his eyes, hе a snake, that's the real dеal
You ain't in the hood, you a bitch, we in the real field
I'm mad now because I go to jail I don't know how to tell
You ain't gotta break it down to me you can leave it there
[?] on the AC, I brought heaters there
Tryna hit me with those PS2 games, that's all it took the player
Pop a niggas top with the chop, but a fed
Niggas talk a lot I shoot shots in his head
Got his momma crying asking what that nigga did
That nigga dead if you asking where he been

[Outro: Bla$ta]
What goes comes around like a windmill
Fuck doggin' a ball, bitch ima ben still
Ima four course nigga fire bitch give me a kid's meal
Come around, where you say you from, shit'll get real
Play with me, be on volume two, huh Kill Bill
When we snatching niggas ass up, welcome to still Bill
We the ones leaves niggas cooked at the chill grill
I just popped another pink 10, these my chill pills