Chill Guy Songtext
von Da Getta

Ayy, ayy
I heard you talkin′, I heard you talkin' too much
I′ma handle that smoke when I get back
How is you gangsta but you scared of danger?
I know I see hoe in your lil' bitty bitch ass
I heard you sneak-diss way too much
I heard you loud and ain't on nothin′
I even heard about you bein′ so damn scary
When you not around niggas with guns

Countin' these racks pockets look like the lotto
Get rich by chain, got me pourin′ up water
Want my respect if it's needed, I′ll squabble
I find out you're fake, you′ll be gone by tomorrow


Said I won't crash, who the fuck is you testin'?
A thirty-round drum and it came with a message
No, I ain′t no killer, just one of them niggas
Ain′t goin' for nothin′, especially weapons
Why be a killer? Just give me some logic
And why be that nigga that make it a hobby?
I'm not tryna judge, but I know a couple of thugs
That got out, becoming somebody

These niggas never could get in the picture

True definition of a real ass nigga

This shit can only get bigger
So you better get right now or I ain′t comin' with you

I heard you talkin′, I heard you talkin' too much
I'ma handle that smoke when I get back
How is you gangsta but you scared of danger?
I know I see hoe in your lil′ bitty bitch ass
I heard you sneak-diss way too much
I heard you loud and ain′t on nothin'
I even heard about you bein′ so damn scary
When you not around niggas with guns

Let's go, nigga, run up your money for sure with ′em
I be with four hitters, deep with like four pistols
Hope this shit so crystal, won't play with no nigga
Getta gone go get ′em, bitch, I'ma go getter
Bitch, I'ma go get this shit for my folks
Really, that nigga that′s givin′ 'em hope


Got out on my own, I′m really alone
But I don't give a fuck, gotta keep goin′ strong
And when I was broke, I hustled for more
These niggas don't know what it mean to be poor
If bro say it′s smoke, then he wants the smoke
Only smoke that I know tell my niggas to go

I ain't for the playin', I came with a plan
I take my advance, invest in some land
My feet in the sand, run up these bands
And do it again, lil′ bitch, I′m that man

I heard you talkin', I heard you talkin′ too much
I'ma handle that smoke when I get back
How is you gangsta but you scared of danger?
I know I see hoe in your lil′ bitty bitch ass
I heard you sneak-diss way too much
I heard you loud and ain't on nothin′
I even heard about you bein' so damn scary
When you not around niggas with guns