Trynna Chill

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