Chill

(album: Dum And Dummer - 2019)

Let the band play
Yeah
Yeah
Alright

Love can get you killed (Ayy)
Hustling can get you mills (Ayy)
Hate, I can't feel (Ayy)
Franklin on my bills (Ayy)
Pints come with seals (Ayy)
Bitches love pills (Ayy)
You call me too many times back-to-back, bitch, chill
(Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)

Her head super sloppy (Damn)
My wrist super rocky (Damn)
Pull up like, "What's poppin'?" (Damn)
Yes, I teach sliding (Damn)
And the trunk knocking (Damn)
Coffee cup, no coffee (Damn)
They want me in a coffin (Damn)
But I just keep on balling (Damn)
I just keep on balling (Damn)
I just keep on balling (Damn)
They watch me and they copy (Damn)
Nine-eleven topless (Damn)
Always shopping (Damn)
Told her bring it back, replay like a disc jockey
(Bring it back)

Love can get you killed (Ayy)
Hustling can get you mills (Ayy)
Hate, I can't feel (Ayy)
Franklin on my bills (Ayy)
Pints come with seals (Ayy)
Bitches love pills (Ayy)
You call me too many times back-to-back, bitch, chill
(Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)

Hold up, bitch, wait (Damn)
A pimp eatin steak (Damn)
First of all, don't blow up my phone
Bitch, you outta place (Damn)
Never chased a bitch
Too busy making deposits at Chase (Damn)
Light my blunt and skate (Skrrt)
Never asked for nothing
Where I'm from, we liked to take (Damn)
Riding the coupe down Alison
Made a left on Airways (Damn)
Pulled up at the Dixie Queen
And got a milkshake (Damn)
Dolph, remember you used to serve me back in the day? (Damn)
You used to fuck with my cousin Tiffany from The Haven (Damn)
Big booty Tiffany, bruh, you moved her to Collierville (Damn)
She said she used to get three boxes a week just where she lived (Damn)
Ay, gimme my food, nigga, I'm gone (I'm gone, bruh)
Fuck wrong with this nigga? He tripping (Damn)
He called this stupid ass bitch my ho, been out here telling my business (Damn)
Nigga, you dumb as hell, what you mean?
Did you love her? Nah
Did you fuck her (Nah)
You made six hundred bands just off that bitch in one summer
Damn, you right, hell yeah I love her, ha, hey
I'll fuck around and call Tiffany, give her a hundred (A hundo)
Just because I'm that real, nigga, it ain't nothing (Nothin')
At least she ain't tell a fuck nigga that she was fucking (Ha)
Luckily, the man upstairs, yeah, he really love me (On God)
Yeah, I'ma keep it real, that shit coulda got ugly (On God)
But it didn't, bitch, so I'm in the hood stunting (Ayy)

Love can get you killed (Ayy)
Hustling can get you mills (Ayy)
Hate, I can't feel (Ayy)
Franklin on my bills (Ayy)
Pints come with seals (Ayy)
Bitches love pills (Ayy)
You call me too many times back-to-back, bitch, chill
(Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)