Chill Phillipe - Mozzy

June onna beat

June onna beat

Ayy, y’all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain’t like that

Y’all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain’t like that

I heard they popped blood in his ass, you know he ain’t fire back

They took a chain off the boy neck, don’t let him deny that

Ayy, y’all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain’t like that

Y’all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain’t like that

I heard they popped blood in his ass, you know he ain’t fire back

They took a chain off the boy neck, don’t let him deny that

G-O-D, these niggas feminine, I got like fifty inside of the cinnamon

Cowboys and the indians, I been around niggas, you ain’t livin' it

Dude a fool with the toolies, that lil' nigga with me is an idiot

You do the fool for the media, look in the mirror, my nigga, you berious?

You knowin' I’ll fuck around with it, though, me and all the Nigerians

You the type that avoid smoke, and we both know, nigga, period

You the type that’ll suck a dick to get a nigga on the song, period

If you ain’t never split a backend, how you put me on?

No, seriously

Niggas be killin' me, they want me gone, it’s hard to get rid of me

I’m runnin' circles 'round blood, he finna quit rap 'cause of Timothy

Remember when they made the bitch turn her purse inside out immediately

You was callin' 'round, lookin' for a lil' sympathy, nigga, you shittin' me?

Ayy, y’all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain’t like that

Y’all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain’t like that

I heard they popped blood in his ass, you know he ain’t fire back

They took a chain off the boy neck, don’t let him deny that

Ayy, y’all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain’t like that

Y’all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain’t like that

I heard they popped blood in his ass, you know he ain’t fire back

They took a chain off the boy neck, don’t let him deny that

All of this rah-rah on the internet, is you finished yet, nigga?

All of this Funk or Die and ain’t nobody die, is it really that, nigga?

'Sup with the white flags on Fourth Ave?

You a nice ass nigga

I think they hatin' on the fella fella the way that I bypassed niggas

Chill, Phillipe, we know you ain’t been on a drill, Phillipe

It’s real, Phillipe, them shooters be shootin' to kill, Phillipe

Ayy, Phillip never caught a body, I’m sure everybody’ll vouch

We was at South by Southwest, the police was walkin' you 'round

I am the talk of the town, you see what these niggas be gossipin' 'bout

Fuck your lil' car and your house, I bet you don’t show us your dollar amount

Ayy, what is you hollerin' 'bout?

We be poppin' out for it, boy

I put a human on this motherfucker, the met gon' swap me out for it, boy

Mob

Ayy, y’all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain’t like that

Y’all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain’t like that

I heard they popped blood in his ass, you know he ain’t fire back

They took a chain off the boy neck, don’t let him deny that

Ayy, y’all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain’t like that

Y’all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain’t like that

I heard they popped blood in his ass, you know he ain’t fire back

They took a chain off the boy neck, don’t let him deny that

Chill, Phillipe, we know you ain’t been on a drill, Phillipe

It’s real, Phillipe, them shooters be shootin' to kill, Phillipe

Ayy, Phillip never caught a body, I’m sure everybody’ll vouch

We was at South by Southwest, the police was walkin' you 'round