[Verse 1]
Bitch I step into the room
Motherfucker walk up with the toolie what it do
You ain't gonna shoot
See me in the club getting lifted on the zoot
Think that you an artist but you really just a fluke
Ok propane in my boof
Gotta locate any goofs
I dislocate from the roof
See me jumping, hope they lose
Ok imma say
You a lame
Gotta spray
All the fakes
Don't think I'm running the race?
Bitch wanna say that shit right to my face?
At a house party with hundreds of fans
Bitch they pull up when they see all my bands
Don't give a fuck if you ain't tryna dance
Ok girl I'm tryna get in them pants, wait
[Pre-Chorus]
Ok how the fuck you in it but you not here?
I don't get it when these bitches say they got fears
I'm a legend when I'm reppin all the goth tears
Got a Smith and Wesson I ain't stressing come around here
I'm not tryna send a message about fuckin rock here
I'm just tryna send it when I get it in a block year
Boutta take a lesson so I'm getting just a spot here
Pull up with the setlist cus I'm guessing that it's hot here, uh
[Chorus]
Bitch I got no chill!
Bitch I got no chill!
What the fuck is up, bitch I got no chill
Got no chill!
Bitch I got no chill!
Wanna take a shill?
Wanna run around with a motherfuckin mill?
[Verse 2]
Going insane
Bitch this is fate
My Christmas list bitches that shit isn't safe
Listen to simps when I'm running a K
Missions, incisions gon' slice through your face
Bitch I be walking round the block with a backpack
How the fuck you tryna tell me that you haven't, backtrack
Tell me when and where yo dumbass got a fuckin fat stack
Make another beat and I be fiending for the last track
Wanna take a fat nap but I'm on a roll
This a fuckin claptrap with a fuckin pole
I don't get the stats, max ammo is the goal
But I'm killing it I'm mad tracking all my fuckin jokes
Ok Robo is lit man, this guy is the shit man
I need a new spliff and I'm rolling it quick
Ammo's going to bits and I'm screaming for hits
But if you ain't persistent this shit isn't it, bitch
[Pre-Chorus]
Ok how the fuck you in it but you not here?
I don't get it when these bitches say they got fears
I'm a legend when I'm reppin all the goth tears
Got a Smith and Wesson I ain't stressing come around here
I'm not tryna send a message about fuckin rock here
I'm just tryna send it when I get it in a block year
Boutta take a lesson so I'm getting just a spot here
Pull up with the setlist cus I'm guessing that it's hot here, uh
[Chorus]
Bitch I got no chill!
Bitch I got no chill!
What the fuck is up, bitch I got no chill
Got no chill!
Bitch I got no chill!
Wanna take a shill?
Wanna run around with a motherfuckin mill?
No Chill was written by OhNoItsRobo.
No Chill was produced by IBI.
OhNoItsRobo released No Chill on Wed Dec 25 2019.