Y.O.G.I - CHILL (feat. Matrell)

Chill Baby Chill
You know that youngin' never trippin' off the bill
Take that green to the garden blowin' bags in the mills
She a bad lil thang got her back from Brazil
Chill Baby Chill
Got the whole crew with me, you already know the drill
I've been running out the gate, got me thinkin' that I'm Bill
Dial Nine Seven Three when she got that time to kill

Baby I ain't got no time to chill yeah
I'm too busy tryna get a million
Ass so fat gotta ask her if it's real yeah
Hit it from the back she ain't never have this feelin'
If she say she like it then I love it
I bet I could buy her love with a couple blue hunnids'
Bad bitch she nothin' but some trouble
She don't fuck with broke niggas she just want a stunna
I'm with my nigga Y.O.G.I in the cut
Got the ice like it's winter every month
Can't complain I've been winnin' pretty much
When you see me out in public you can look don't touch
I know niggas gonna hate when they see me come up
Got a lil fame niggas say I switched up
Baddie to the left of me she rollin up a blunt
She just wanna go back to the crib so we can...

Chill Baby Chill
You know that youngin' never trippin' off the bill
Take that green to the garden blowin' bags in the mills
She a bad lil thang got her back from Brazil
Chill Baby Chill
Got the whole crew with me, you already know the drill
I've been running out the gate, got me thinkin' that I'm Bill
Dial Nine Seven Three when she got that time to kill

I can't even lie I'm a feign for the luxury
Took your girl to dinner she admirin' the cutlery
I could have you hookin' up to tubes try subbin' me
Giant in my city, ain't no average Joe touchin' me
Now they lovin' me
Foreign girl shawty she can't get enough of me
Peep the chain you know I ain't into subtlety
I'm a beast when I channel it, Discovery
All black fit just to match it with the Lexus
Tryna' tell my momma the new belt is an investment
It ain't that important told lil baby she can text it
Wasn't feeling me but now that shawty kinda tempted
Top five stunta' four my haters ima flex it
Three years in still I'm shooting uncontested
Two chains on just so I can send a message
That I ain't one to chill unless you talking bout with Netflix

Chill Baby Chill
You know that youngin' never trippin' off the bill
Take that green to the garden blowin' bags in the mills
She a bad lil thang got her back from Brazil
Chill Baby Chill
Got the whole crew with me, you already know the drill
I've been runnin' out the gate, got me thinkin' that I'm Bill
Dial Nine Seven Three when she got that time to kill

Written by:
Daniel Lopes, Jordan McKinney

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