Chill by Thomasmbeats Lyrics
I got some racks, yea
(Chorus: Thomasmbeats)
I got some racks and they told me to chill
Came from the bottom, I'm climbing the hill
And n****s be talking, I hope they don't squeal
And I'm not a shooter, I send em forreal
Road to success, I'm just grabbing the wheel
Don't give a fuck and don't care how they feel
They left me alone before I had a mill, so I'm heating up when they tell me to chill. (x2)
(Verse: Thomasmbeats)
Yeah
And I'm heating' up, fuck
Constantly runnin' my bands up
Praying one day for a Benz Truck
How I get money, they said it's luck
How I get yo girl, she wanna fuck
How I get yo wife, she wanna suck
Doing this shit on the regular
Yeah
They think I'm amazing, I'm gracious
I'm f***ing these b****es, they asian, caucasian
And then they telling me they want my baby
I'm the realest out & they calling me lately
They asking for money and ask for Mercedes
I got some new money and someone to pay me
But, they cannot phase me, cause I am not lazy
(Chorus)
I got some racks and they told me to chill
Came from the bottom, I'm climbing the hill
And n****s be talking, I hope they don't squeal
And I'm not a shooter, I send em forreal
Road to success, I'm just grabbing the wheel
Don't give a fuck and don't care how they feel
They left me alone before I had a mill, so I'm heating up when they tell me to chill. (x2)
(Verse 2: Water)
Drip
And they always tell me to chill
Coping two scats and I got em back to back
The parking break on cause I'm up on a hill
Getting flame for shit that ain't my fault it's surreal
Middle fingers up, don't give a fuck if you feeling me
Got two b****es acting out human centipede
Smoking cookie & it unlock my energy
B**** I'm the same, I can't change my persona
Too bad you can't say the same bout yo brothers
B**** I don't drop bulls*** verses, I cut up
That n**** say he an opp, so it's f*** him
Walk out with the Glock on a Friday, I tuck it
Thats why I'm so nonchalant, I be bussin'
Shoot out yo shots, if he lit then he lucky
Don't play cause my life ain't for kids, I ain't Chuckie
(Chorus)
I got some racks and they told me to chill
Came from the bottom, I'm climbing the hill
And n****s be talking, I hope they don't squeal
And I'm not a shooter, I send em forreal
Road to success, I'm just grabbing the wheel
Don't give a fuck and don't care how they feel
They left me alone before I had a mill, so I'm heating up when they tell me to chill. (x2)
(Chorus: Thomasmbeats)
I got some racks and they told me to chill
Came from the bottom, I'm climbing the hill
And n****s be talking, I hope they don't squeal
And I'm not a shooter, I send em forreal
Road to success, I'm just grabbing the wheel
Don't give a fuck and don't care how they feel
They left me alone before I had a mill, so I'm heating up when they tell me to chill. (x2)
(Verse: Thomasmbeats)
Yeah
And I'm heating' up, fuck
Constantly runnin' my bands up
Praying one day for a Benz Truck
How I get money, they said it's luck
How I get yo girl, she wanna fuck
How I get yo wife, she wanna suck
Doing this shit on the regular
Yeah
They think I'm amazing, I'm gracious
I'm f***ing these b****es, they asian, caucasian
And then they telling me they want my baby
I'm the realest out & they calling me lately
They asking for money and ask for Mercedes
I got some new money and someone to pay me
But, they cannot phase me, cause I am not lazy
(Chorus)
I got some racks and they told me to chill
Came from the bottom, I'm climbing the hill
And n****s be talking, I hope they don't squeal
And I'm not a shooter, I send em forreal
Road to success, I'm just grabbing the wheel
Don't give a fuck and don't care how they feel
They left me alone before I had a mill, so I'm heating up when they tell me to chill. (x2)
(Verse 2: Water)
Drip
And they always tell me to chill
Coping two scats and I got em back to back
The parking break on cause I'm up on a hill
Getting flame for shit that ain't my fault it's surreal
Middle fingers up, don't give a fuck if you feeling me
Got two b****es acting out human centipede
Smoking cookie & it unlock my energy
B**** I'm the same, I can't change my persona
Too bad you can't say the same bout yo brothers
B**** I don't drop bulls*** verses, I cut up
That n**** say he an opp, so it's f*** him
Walk out with the Glock on a Friday, I tuck it
Thats why I'm so nonchalant, I be bussin'
Shoot out yo shots, if he lit then he lucky
Don't play cause my life ain't for kids, I ain't Chuckie
(Chorus)
I got some racks and they told me to chill
Came from the bottom, I'm climbing the hill
And n****s be talking, I hope they don't squeal
And I'm not a shooter, I send em forreal
Road to success, I'm just grabbing the wheel
Don't give a fuck and don't care how they feel
They left me alone before I had a mill, so I'm heating up when they tell me to chill. (x2)