Lyrics Chill Bill (feat. axaero, redembrece & day$okee) - Eryxse

(Clxuda)
(We love you eryxse)

Yeah like for real you think this shit a game
This shit is not a game
Like for real like you a hoe
You a bitch
On god you a bitch
You ain't gonna pull up
None of that

Semi automatic on my mother fucking lap
Pull up with a Glock Gen Two
Let it blast, heard a pussy want to talk
We gon' turn em' to a pack
No blunt but it's wraps like a Titan I attack
I'm doing Uees with the mac
Got hundred on the dash and the cops stay on my ass
In a foreign ass whip while I'm counting out cash
Hit a blunt I puff don't pass

Lights camera action bitch
Pull up with a nine finna' hit em' like a lick
Brodie sliding no Dasani
Make it rain up on the whip
Sending multiple, multiple shots
Get the bag and dip tell that boy step back
Two Glocks send two shots, five o' on my ass
Secure all the Opps, shit I make all these bands
While I'm making all these hits
No You ain't gon' do nothing
Pussy acting like a bitch

Semi automatic on my mother fucking lap
Pull up with a Glock Gen Two
Let it blast, heard a pussy want to talk
We gon' turn em' to a pack
No blunt but it's wraps like a Titan I attack
I'm doing Uees with the mac
Got hundred on the dash and the cops stay on my ass
In a foreign ass whip while I'm counting out cash
Hit a blunt I puff don't pass

Ima roll a blunt I "puff don't pass"
Fucking yo' bitch yeah, I'm tapping her ass
Smoking on packs yeah, this straight gas
Cooling with a Glock nine, It's gon' blast
Said he got a Blick but, he don't want smoke
Pull up with a semi that shit got a scope
They screaming "toppy" I'm deep in her throat
After I'm done I Skrt' off Ina "Ghost"
Lil' bitch

Semi automatic on my mother fucking lap
Pull up with a Glock Gen Two
Let it blast, heard a pussy want to talk
We gon' turn em' to a pack
No blunt but it's wraps like a Titan I attack
I'm doing Uees with the mac
Got hundred on the dash and the cops stay on my ass
In a foreign ass whip while I'm counting out cash
Hit a blunt I puff don't pass

Smoking that ganja Louis and Prada
Fillin my stomach gone leave em' wit' nada
Forty clip stompers I'm fucking yo' daughter
Bout to make hits of the infamous "zaza"
Rolling some woods and I'm passing the toot
Forty on me cause I stay wit' the toolie
Bitch is so crazy I bounce her like "Ruby"
Bounce in my face and she bouncing her boobies

Semi automatic on my mother fucking lap
Pull up with a Glock Gen Two
Let it blast, heard a pussy want to talk
We gon' turn em' to a pack
No blunt but it's wraps like a Titan I attack
I'm doing Uees with the mac
Got hundred on the dash and the cops stay on my ass
In a foreign ass whip while I'm counting out cash
Hit a blunt I puff don't pass