No Bet Chill

Fuck outta here, nigga

No bet chill

[Verse 1:Remy Ma]

See the girls back home like mulberry

Now they call me Hag and Daaz 'cause I got ice

I got cream in my car cherry, Remy Ma ready

And not to contradict my name

See I don't really like to play the bar heavy

I'ma pothead, so even if my eyes not red

I ain't got an enemy that's not dead

Oh, you a hothead, I'll leave your head hot

You know, I got lead when you see that red dot

And plus I'm dead nice, these bitches dead not

My chain Flinstone, bracelet bedrock

And when I'm not in Miami, it's hot like Miami

I got twin Glocks call 'em cotton and candy

I got cousins that get it poppin' named Tequila and Brandy

I spent like 10 thousand just shoppin' for panties

Know these bitches can't stand me, catch me hoppin' out that Cadi

Shawty gased up 'cause I'm frontin' and I'm callin' him daddy

(Chorus)

If he ain't a looking good then I'm like no bet bhill

If he don't keep it hood, I'm like no bet chill

If he ain't actin' right, if he ain't packin' like 9 inches

Then I'm like, yeah right, no bet chill

If he ain't gettin' dough then I'm like no bet chill

He don't want me to smoke and like no bet chill

He tying stupid shit like I'm a groupie bitch

Then I'm gon' flip yeah right, no bet chill

[Verse 2:Remy Ma]

Homie, I ain't impressed 'cause you dropped 450 on a New Jersey

I just dropped 450 on a crib in New jersey

But I'm from South Bronx, muthafucka, you heard me

I can tell you a bird 'cause you get up to early

You actin', askin' who's really that bitch

I know a fever when I see it you ain't really that sick

I spit full blown, you a mile cold

I'm 21 years young, y'all bitch wild old

Can tell you in your 40s like you pushin' 40

Got like 4 kids and trynna be somebody's shawty, stop

You really need to lay off the cock

Y'all bitches Bacardi Breezers and I'm Remy on the rocks

Watch and I ain't talkin' 'bout a chain or a watch

I'm talkin' sum Joey crack shit, I'm 'bout to get a match

And you know the summer comin' I can use another drop

Got the ghetto barbie but I got a lil' pop, pop

(Chrous)

[Verse 3:Remy Ma]

See I know how to rhyme and I'm nice on the mic

And I know how to ride 'cause I'm nice on them bikes

And not for nothin', I'm the type to wife

See I can cook and clean but I like to fight

I had this shawty like to bite I called 'em Iron Mike

Changed it to Jack Frost 'cause he started buyin' ice

If I'm lyin', I'm flyin', never catch me cryin'

You'd think I was down with the clipse the way I be grindin'

See a lot of chics is sick but I'm the sickest one

I got 99 problems but a dick ain't one

I got 99 guns and I still ain't done

Until this day I wish that I could bring back Pun

Yeah, I know you can't take it, kid

See, it wears the pants in this relationship

But you gotta love me 'cause I'm so real

When bitches try to hate 'em, like no bet chill

(Chorus)

(Remy talking)

What do you mean do I love you?

Of course I love you , I love all of y'all

Yeah, Larsen, I got my chills let's be for real