Carte Blanche - Chill lyrics

Ft. Yakki Divioshi (Intro) 808 Mafia (Hook) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Cha-chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) These n***as ain't got no chill These b**hes ain't got no chill These hoes ain't got no chill No chill No chill No chill No chill These n***as ain't got no chill No chill No chill No chill No chill (Verse) She hit my line, said she wanna chill Only thing about, said she on a pill I'm like uh, she can't be fo' real These hoes ain't got no chill Chill, chill, p**y n***a all in my grill Hollin' back he real, I say I can't tell Get chill, on the rost my nig' envy is real Told the waitr' ain't got no ross to serve my liquor chill Short to say, on the household, had to pay no bill She taught me off, I dropped her off I hear you payn the bill I jet rode the L, I jet popped the ceil' You talk bout pull you up You sound crazy as hell (fool) (Hook) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Cha-chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) These n***as ain't got no chill These b**hes ain't got no chill These hoes ain't got no chill No chill No chill No chill No chill These n***as ain't got no chill No chill No chill No chill No chill (Verse 2) I flex and I k**, fo' real, so please chill Wood pile that margella, no deal, that's fo' real That swag, I k**, even my stove I gone got him a mill Ya b**h keep on callin' and callin' I tell her To chill, she prolly geeked off of them pill A demon dabbin' on the molly All he ever done but lookin' for some Doctor Martens Those chicks in the cabin are not leavin' with you Rappin' all that bullsh** ain't important So chill, I swear I ran through a half mill befo' I got a deal Runnin' out the storm, hundalay my antlers, done came off a deer I swear done put me in my chill mode Molly put me in my k** mode Lean put me in the steel mode The money put me in the mill mode Got my watch from the finest, the steel froze Fo' real, hoe 100 thousand dollas worth for diamonds and the D got my grill cold (Hook) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Cha-chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill) These n***as ain't got no chill These b**hes ain't got no chill These hoes ain't got no chill No chill No chill No chill No chill These n***as ain't got no chill No chill No chill No chill No chill