Chill Shit (feat. AJP)

Vynce you tryna go first?

Nah you got it

Ight iight

Coming on some chill shit

Ight bet

Hop in a god damn suburban

Officer thought I was drunk but a **** was swervin

Shit if I got it I earned it

Feel like a master at this but a **** still learning

All of this tree that I'm burning

Feel like I'm Yeat how a **** be rocking a turban

Shit I can say this for certain

Fuck with the gang guarantee we gon leave yo ass hurting

These **** some pinheads, come through stomping shit like a **** was dirty dan

Don't give a fuck bout yo man

That **** had went to the beach left his ass in the sand

Shit I can go band for band

Aye tell me this, how y'all some gangsters but y'all **** ran?

I just ran into yo bitch

I swear to god she told me that she was my biggest fan

Swerving the lanes, avoiding the crash, making my way to the house (yea)

Stacking the bills, go straight to the cash I'm not taking another route

Doing this shit for the fun, you **** is bums, doing this shit for the clout

I see a hill, I go to the top, it look like my money cause of the amount

Aye, watch, listen, learn, to Vynce and learn how to do somethin

He said that he was gon show me he a stepper but he ain't gon prove nothin

He started to cap on his rap and I caught him in all of his fuckin bluffin

I fuck with my **** and all of this money but hoes don't get no lovin

These bitches don't get no lovin, if we in line for the bread I'm pushing and shoving

She got a fat ass I'm rubbing

**** better check the score cause we straight dubbing

You penny pinching boy you nickel and diming

This shit ain't hard gotta have the right timing

Can't trust cause **** be lying

Killed him on a hot day left his ass frying

I ain't never touched a brush, but I'm an artist with this shit

**** thought he couldn't get touched, so we hit him in his shit

Pick that shit up break it down

I told them **** that the product legit

Money be weighing in pounds

So now a **** buying Prada and shit

I caught his ass wearing a white tee

Put some red on it like it's crayola

How do you claim you get money?

But I still see you driving Toyota

Bitch I'm the man with the plan

You my partner I call you soldier

Not taking her back, cause I played her just like a controller

Come through we making a boom and a bang, bitch we making hella noise

Come with a pressure not losing my cool, bitch I'm staying hella poised

Yea, pull up, beat a **** ass

Like a **** named Floyd

Pull up with hella fucking cash, you **** pulled up with a droid

Might just keep it a stack, **** tried to run got hit in his back

AJ just spitting the facts, like Uzi said that's a rack

Ain't no defense ****, we always staying on attack

If I say it then that's what it is, ain't no questions that's that