Chilly Moe

[Intro]

Tryna catch this bitch, Ju

This shit like catching lightning in a bottle

What else?

(Royal House on the beat)

[Verse 1]

Got my mind right, but my money right-er

Tryna stay out of the limelight

Lookin' back in twenty-twenty hindsight

Five-mic award right from the Source, jumped off the porch, auntie walkin' back from the store, she need another lighter

Bully boy like a matador, hook up a whole brick

Fuck I look like going back and forth? This ain't no road trip

Girly all up in my face, stay bringin' up old shit

Glock like a heated blanket laid up with a cold bitch, toastin'

Balling on these niggas like I'm Jokić, got motion

Satchel full of pills, but this ain't Motrin

Soakin' in my thoughts, tryna land on my feet, ain't bring no sand to the beach, but I brought drip to the ocean

You know the slogan, it don't make no tokens, it don't make sense

I need a bigger scale 'cause this one broken, it don't weigh temps

Anted up on a thousand grams of the Babe Ruth

My youngin know he caught in that jam, he better stay mute

Let's get it (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus]

My niggas really on

Drug Zone 7-6 to the 50 Zone

Buck sixty-five wet, all skin and bones

Double D's on the TEC, this ain't no silicone

Shit, you already know what the fuck is goin' on

You know we pay an extra ten, you catch him in the dome (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

We quick to get him gone

Was praying for a plug, but now my cousin Chilly home

What else?

[Verse 2]

Playin' my hand, I ain't dealing cards

Warning, lookin' at an El Debarge and I'm still at large

Thirty-six stamped with a Playboy Bunny

Your own fam'll turn you in for the reward money

Made a million out the sink, a trap star legend

No major, niggas ain't get deals with Cap Star Records

Niggas ain't moving right if they can't make the money move

Ran it up, went on the run without no running shoes

After you turn the bag around, then bust another U

Fifty an R, that's five K for a hundred blues

Seats givin' me a massage, 75 to Flint

I'm undefeated on the lodge, it's 696

Catchin' pops off the glass like I'm Tayshaun

Back when you took a loss, you made it up like it was Avon

Might bust my wrist down after I bust a brick open

Bubble 'Cler, Balenciaga Chucks, these ain't no Rick Owens (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus]

My niggas really on

Drug Zone 7-6 to the 50 Zone

Buck sixty-five wet, all skin and bones

Double D's on the TEC, this ain't no silicone

Shit, you already know what the fuck is goin' on

You know we pay an extra ten, you catch him in the dome (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

We quick to get him gone

Was praying for a plug, but now my cousin Chilly home

What else?