No Chill Chords by Moneybagg Yo

[Intro]
F Am F Am
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Am                         
Southside on the track yeah


[Verse]
A7                                                            
Tried to dumb me down but I'm too rich to act like I was broke
A7                                                       
Gucci store seven thousand five hundred on a leather coat
F                                                       
Free the bro yeah I probably say that shit in every song
     E7                                                        
That corner store held me down I didn't have nowhere else to go
   D                            A7                             
We kickin' doors Brendan had no clothes his mom was on the dope
                                   Am                           
We switching up got our hands on a pistol we started stickin' up
F                                                      
Just give it up he got a bad temper he be quick to bust
E7                                                            
My life was rough we wasn't going to school we tryna run it up
Am                                                              
Walk to the bluff free lil' Jaq and D can't say that shit enough
A7                                                  
Stolen truck we got on the chase but we had got away
F                                                            
Antonio make it Lupo caught the case that shit there was cray
E7                                                   
Marco survived he got in another Wraith somebody died


[Chorus]
F                                              
I been in the streets since I was nine for real
                 Am                                             
Think this money got me traumatized I ain't got no time to chill
            F                            
I know if a bitch won't then my mama will
G                             Am                                                 
I can't lie I popped a lot of pills to get me in my mode but I can't take no more
F                                     
All this pain I don't know how to feel
                    Am                                                      
I was taught if you gon' take it go on and take it I don't know how to steal
              F            
Fuck the opps we gotta kill
F                           
Slide back on the same drill
    Am                                                
Let the stick head out the window I'ma drive the wheel


[Verse]
A7                                        
Allwhite my teeth I had to travel overseas
A7                                                         
Lil' bitch want a blessing told her fuck me 'til she sneeze
F                                                       
Baguettes in my Cartiers they keep asking What are these
E7                                            
Coco from the floor up all I rock is doubleC's
   Am                     A7                          
No slowing down shot with BGE we havin' all the pounds
A7                                                            
Ja Morant twelve bows in the air called him and dunked it down
F                                                      
He hiding out I just got the drop he on my side of town
    E7                                                          
I'm fresh to death had on Balenci' runners but I walked 'em down
Am                                                       
Lil' bitch bad she call me dad like I'm her father figure
A7                                                      
Triple beam under the bed 'cause I can't wait to hit 'em
F                                                      E7    
You know the rules can't bust a move if I ain't got my pistol
                                           F      
Counted up a half a mil' then get a finger blister


[Chorus]
                            Am  
This shit ugly shit get mad real
                              F     
Two hitters behind me they my adlibs
             G                             Am   
Put on every chain still ain't got time to chill
Am                                             
Choose one you want attention or a hundred mil'
F                                                   
Niggas don't be on shit no more so I don't do favors
Am                                       
Dior Louis V Amiri I got on a few flavors
F                                             
Gang gang air this bitch out like a food saver
G           Am                                         
He wanna be famous fuck it put him 'cross the newspaper


[Verse]
A7                                                    
Cuban link around my neck even though I'm a nigga yeah
       A7                                                  
Tennis chains I'd probably shoot my shot at Serena Williams
F                                                        
I did some shit beyond said way 'fore I heard about Jigga
E7                                                                   
Where I'm from you got a felony warrant you still gotta keep a pistol
A7                                                 
Break it down and trap it wrap it up in the plastic
A7                                                  
Lil' ho she too savage fuckin' her friend baby daddy
      F                                                              
I had to crash in the trap house 'cause that bed had too much traffic
              E7                                                             
I know George shoot this bitch like Stackhouse like he play for the Mavericks
A7                                              
Geekin' in the club move around the crowd get it
                                                      Am         
She said she'd let me fuck I was just finna ask if my dawg hit it
                 F7                                         
I witnessed some dope boys six feet that got rich off midget
               E7                                                      
I had fucked a cougar she ain't even know these thousanddollar britches


[Chorus]
        F                                                            
I can't be playin' with these niggas can't be playin' with these hoes
Am                                                               
All the youngins know is doors locked even though keys open doors
F                                             
Know it's open safe even my woman getting cake
Am                                     F   
No money in my pocket I left it at the bank
           F                             
Fivek on a lil' outfit I wore it two days
                 Am                                         
One thousand six hundred on some HiTech drank it in two days
       F                           G   
Had to report so he prolly gettin' rich
                   A7                                
If I die 'fore all my opps make sure they get spinned


[Outro]
A7                            
Aventador eightyzero Chevrolet
A7                            
Aventador eightyzero Chevrolet
F                             
Aventador eightyzero Chevrolet