J.R. Writer - Chill lyrics

rate me

I told her somebody lying, I’m not the deal

Must be getting higher than a doctor bill

I hit the spot and your wife be tryna cop a feel

Till I look and tell her ma, you gotta chill

The way I’m forcing on them, they say that I’m the worst

New pair of Michael Jordans and my Nike shirt

Pinch on the ab, lawyer getting right the word

Been to the past, swore I’m ‘bout to write a verse

No, it gotta hurt, you ain’t getting nothing from me

You’s a leach, all you do is beg for money

Another dummy, you about to crash

No, this ain’t about the past, you about to pass

No, I ain’t about the past, I’m about the blast

Cool out on the map, shooting off the glass

Get to tracking when them things get clapping

Thinking it won’t really happen till it really happen

Have you laying on the floor like what really happen

Hundred sprayers that you doing ‘fore you finish rapping

Let’s get it cracking, nigga, rapido

Your hoe know I’ve been the captain, watch me rock the boat

Hottest flow, watch me glow, hit the strip then pop and go

I’m a pro, y’all should know, when I’m in the mix I lock and load

Stop and go, watch us froze, admit I’m icy, hoe

Rolex on, Audemar, hop out on your bitch and rock the boat

I’m the dope, y’all a joke, he ain’t even kinda close

You won’t find us, piranhas on the entire coast

What’s popping on beside me, I’m on my way to get myself some Chinese

Sweating like they Siamese

You can find me in that Maserati, hoe

Taking the top off and on, it’s that mind control

That’s right nigga, thunder and that lightning, nigga

Sparks to your brain, come and get it, light it, nigga

I don’t like you niggas talking about you run New York

Only flips you know is car wheel and summer salts

That’s your mother’s Ford, bitch should’ve spit you out

Plus you still staying with her, bitch should’ve kicked you out

Listen, we eating good, life’s straight

Rice cape, caught this Rollie with the white face

It’s all love even though I like hate

Put a pretender in the blender, watch his life shake

Patterned leather, I love it, white grey

Took the top off the 7, what a nice day

Jewels on freeze, this that ice age

I be blowing on trees, this that white haze

Bad boy, we come happy, smoking, bad boy, I mean to pee on steady

Laugh boy, let a nigga scheme on Freddy

Bad boy, hit ‘em with machine gun kellies

That’s what you get tryna be me

Team thunder in this bitch, I’m the VP

Put you under with a clip off a GP

Fuck a toll, you won’t pass, man, that’s easy

Believe me, I’m killing shit when I’m spitting more

In a wish for my big bro, stealing chicks, hitting this, go

Box hot, no Crisco, shot pot no shot clock or shot pock we hit, go

Put your top on you Cisco, I ball, no disco, hitting though, my wrist glow

Courtside, nick flow, Mellow almost stepped on my big toe

I get dough, money’s what a nigga trapping for

I’ll keep grinding till I’m getting what I’m asking for