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letra de coke deal - no chill

[intro]
kp beatz

[chorus]
look, it’s no chill
‘member days i had no till, so i had to whip it like oatmeal
stamps on the brick, signed up to a coke deal
decamp the whip if you can’t lose the old bill
look, it’s no chill
‘member days i had no till, so i had to whip it like oatmeal
stamps on the brick, signed up to a coke deal
decamp the whip if you can’t lose the old bill
[verse 1]
so let a n-gga try me like dej loaf
four-five glock let it slap through your mate’s coat
and if we’re talkin’ ’bout the trap, you ever made loads?
in and out the bando with a bag off full of flake holes
so why’d you think i call myself no chill?
half a box in thе pot, whip it like oatmeal
and i ain’t f-ckin’ with the work unlеss the coke sealed
you ever made a hundred and far? it looks low still
i’m just tryna strike gold
i don’t really do last
second eatin’ fast food
i was movin’ food fast
back in the can, cantine sheets sellin’ blue packs
thought he was the man, he got caught with just a few racks
if your friend ever went back, i woulda gone clear
sittin’ in my cell, thinkin’ like i never should’ve gone near
i bought a big glock before my moncler
i made a k!llin’ off his block and i ain’t even from there

[chorus]
look, it’s no chill
‘member days i had no till, so i had to whip it like oatmeal
stamps on the brick, signed up to a coke deal
decamp the whip if you can’t lose the old bill
look, it’s no chill
‘member days i had no till, so i had to whip it like oatmeal
stamps on the brick, signed up to a coke deal
decamp the whip if you can’t lose the old bill
[verse 2]
hopped out the gate to the g wag, you know the gs come
had feds searchin’ the g wag, you know the gs hot
i was on g wing with the gs on
and remember mr. g, he used to creep lots
from young, man kept my g c-cked
don’t come to this g’s block, you might get your g shot
you see the buss down whether that’s a g’s watch
half a box of each, give me by a week tops
like f-ck an encro, i made a k!llin’ off my temp phone
by ten a clock, a hundred pebs sold
i got this one chick, she gives me the best dome
she asked to be my wife, i replied like, “h-ll no”
’cause they don’t stick around when you go and sweep floors
free my n-ggas on the one-twos-threes-fours
he ain’t an opp, so what the f-ck we gotta speak for?
i can tell by his eyes, he ain’t on street wars

- no chill

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