Pops - Chill n***a lyrics

Chill n***a Yeah and this is that Dub-O sh** And what we gone do is take out some of the finest, and I mean the finest Put it inside that swisher and light that mother f**er up [Verse 1] I used to climb in them trees in my younger days now I chop em Back to back with them stogies I'm smokin on somethin proper With this chick from Atlanta, name Peach and she taste like cobbler Can't forget Indiana, Savannah when I had her topless Taking shot guns to da lips She loving it Talkin bout she celibate but I still end up f**in it I'm chillin watching live p**n during tour up and down the map East and West a must I carry oooon The code in my area 216 no fearin us Laughin to the bank on n***as that sh** be hilarious Head to toe fresh Daddy looking like a million At the top me n Mary took it way beyond the ceiling Rich n***a, not yet, I'm still on the mission for it Gotta hater found a 9 n I got ammunition for it All gold everything and I got your b**h diggin for it Representin for the team and all she had to do was blow a [Hook] Chill n***a She always wanna roll And I might let her, introduce her to some real n***as Everywhere I go, I got that pack and that sh** is murder She dying for that real k**a I'm quick to let her know pop it for me but save the drama cause I ain't gotta deal wit her Never, never no no b**h you chopping wit a chill n***a [Verse 2] Catch me flickin wit different women forgettin I gotta lady forgive me yeah she forgave me she left me and had a baby Now a days its been gravy Mashed potatoes n chicken Got naked chicks in the kitchen She whippin wit no permission I'm young and I'm livin, oh you can't tell by my smile? Put that swagger in motion, won't let that go out of style b**hes lovin my cool, junkies feelin my high So I double dose that supply like you gotta try, no deny I'm on a yacht out in Dallas, ballin on top of water I'm with some n***as from way back, yeah EST's what they call us Youngin come from that gutta, my brother can tell ya dat In the cadillac riding dirty with a 38 in the back Timberlands on my feet tell em ain't nothin changed Cept I'm no longer drivin, I'm always flying on planes From that smoke I emerge, I'm burinin how you ain't heard I know you can smell my loud why you think your b**h over here wit a [Hook] Chill n***a She always wanna roll And I might let her, introduce her to some real n***as Everywhere I go, I got that pack and that sh** is murder She dying for that real k**a I'm quick to let her know pop it for me but save the drama cause I ain't gotta deal wit her Never, never no no b**h you choppin wit a chill n***a