Trynna Chill Lyrics

Ayy, bitch, I was tryna chill I was havin' cheese before this rap don't need no record deal

Hell naw, won't drink no lean or no codeine unless I pop tha seal

Let's take a break from all this shit, come back and see who popping still

Get sick with all this rappin', you won't never see me pop no pill

I'm tryna be, give me head, recliner seat

They not findin' me, step to the mic, I ride the beat

Niggas talkin' bout shit they don't know, so they just ridin meat

Nigga park the SRT, hop out and we gon' slide on feet

Bitch is villian time, once the clock hits 12, they know we ridin deep

I fell asleep inside the Aston Martin, ho, I'm flyin sheep

And once I take that shit from you, come slide or bitch, I gotta keep

Ho, I gotta take, play with me like caution, bitch, it's yellow tape

Nigga tried to run, cuz they heard that I'm comin

Lil' ho said she ain't ate today, so I put dick up in her stomach

I'm full of paper, bitch, I feel like money, you don't make no money

You a dummy, if you thought that you was takin' somethin' from me

I'm on the road, I've been doin' shows until I fuckin' vomit

I'm at the top of all this shit, lil' ho, I feel just like a comet

We ain't gon' shoot, pull up on this block and then I Vietnam it

Just fuck this ho to sleep, pull her hair, she ain't even have no bonnet

I'm drinking water this ain't Aquafina, lil' bitch, this is tonic

If I want it, I'ma get it fast, lil' ho, they call me sonic

If you want a feature, send a beat, lil' ho, and I hop on it

Niggas say they fuckin' with me, I told them, show me my opponent

Every car you see me pull up in, lil' ho, you know I own it

Wasn't tryin' to fuck that bitch, but I might bone it

Bitch, I'm 19, clutchin' on Glock 19

I wear skinny jeans and white tees, don't give a fuck if they don't like me

That money don't excite me

Nigga dumb as hell, he fought the Glock, he thought he was finna fight me

If you my bitch, then hold it down, I'm in that cell, you better write me

Ho, you fuckin wit a real p

I do this shit for real, a livin' vlog, I feel like DDG

I hit a play and split her legs open, I feel like CP3

And once I hit the road runnin', I'm havin' cheese like EBT