Chilly Moe

[Intro: Bankroll Reese]
(Ayy, Clover, what up?)
Yeah, uh-huh
146
What up, Stan?
Yeah
Ayy, listen, ayy

[Verse 1: Bankroll Reese]
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 bits
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

[Verse 2: StanWill]
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

[Outro: StanWill]
On my mama, I'm still jugging hams if they hit me with a motherfucking deal, no cap, bitch
What up, Reese?