CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : 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 f*ckin' much I deserve an award
Yea I use the f*ckin 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 f*ck 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, f*cked 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 f*ck 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 p*ssy
Most of y'all niggas act tough, but p*ssy
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
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 f*ckin' much I deserve an award
Yea I use the f*ckin 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 f*ck 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, f*cked 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 f*ck 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 p*ssy
Most of y'all niggas act tough, but p*ssy
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