ROB STONE – Chill Bill lyrics

Rob $tone, two damn phones
Babylons can’t crack the code
Used to sip out styrofoam
But figured I should stick to dro (weed!)
Backwoods overload
Don’t like to smoke them swishers, ho
If you hit my liquor store
It’s 50 cents for single Ports

Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
I said, “Baby just buy Dutches ’cause you can’t smoke for free
I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji”
She said, “You need a job”, bitch, fuck a job, I still get cheese

Two cell phones, Mr. Mothafuck-a-thot
Mr. I Be On That Block, 12-07 fuck an op
They hear my name, they see my squad
Rolling dope up on the spot
I’m with your bitch, she on my jock
Ain’t got no time to love a thot
Got niggas mad, my flow so hot
Got niggas mad, my squad won’t stop
We in the game, won’t take no loss
I’m sippin’ water out the Voss
Got lean all in my fuckin’ Sprite
Turnin’ up on fuckin’ sight
Mr. Kenny Powers
Bout to take your girlfriend home tonight, bitch

And I’m smokin’ on that widow when you see it out the window
Got a dusty old tee, lookin’ bummy, leave it simple
Growin’ up, I was always in the middle
So I gotta hold it down for my older and my little
And my brothas beside me so fuck it we mobbin’ deep
Always grimey, no findin’ me but I be in LG
If your lil’ fuckboy lame ass wanna creep
I live by the lemon ’cause that fucka chose me

Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
I said, “Baby just buy Dutches ’cause you can’t smoke for free
I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji”
She said, “You need a job”, bitch, fuck a job, I still get cheese

Rob Stone – Chill Bill lyrics

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Rob $tone, two damn phones
Babylons can’t crack the code
Used to sip out styrofoam
But figured I should stick to dro (weed!)
Backwoods overload
Don’t like to smoke them swishers, ho
If you hit my liquor store
It’s 50 cents for single Ports

Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
I said, “Baby just buy Dutches ’cause you can’t smoke for free
I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji”
She said, “You need a job”, bitch, fuck a job, I still get cheese

Two cell phones, Mr. Mothafuck-a-thot
Mr. I Be On That Block, 12-07 fuck an op
They hear my name, they see my squad
Rolling dope up on the spot
I’m with your bitch, she on my jock
Ain’t got no time to love a thot
Got niggas mad, my flow so hot
Got niggas mad, my squad won’t stop
We in the game, won’t take no loss
I’m sippin’ water out the Voss
Got lean all in my fuckin’ Sprite
Turnin’ up on fuckin’ sight
Mr. Kenny Powers
Bout to take your girlfriend home tonight, bitch

And I’m smokin’ on that widow when you see it out the window
Got a dusty old tee, lookin’ bummy, leave it simple
Growin’ up, I was always in the middle
So I gotta hold it down for my older and my little
And my brothas beside me so fuck it we mobbin’ deep
Always grimey, no findin’ me but I be in LG
If your lil’ fuckboy lame ass wanna creep
I live by the lemon ’cause that fucka chose me

Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
I said, “Baby just buy Dutches ’cause you can’t smoke for free
I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji”
She said, “You need a job”, bitch, fuck a job, I still get cheese

Kano – Hurt

[Hook]

I put in work, other spitters ain’t worth
Ten pence for their words, I was bad from birth
You should put ’em in a skirt, with a pretty pink purse
I got that fire, hot shit like Jerk
I locked it like bar staff slicking
The wire, fire, the bars I spit
Tree to tree on some Tarzan shit
I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself
I told you I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
You know me I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself
[Verse 1]

I got the power, this is my Austin hour
I floss material, hot for hours
I’m fire, I can’t be fired
Grip the road like a Ferrari tyre
I’m flyer, LV buyer
You can see me on your LG
It’s like a riot, my shields are real
Rider, popping that (?)
I hit the stage I do this well
You too so I got coupes as well
Come to my show and prove to yourself
Anytime I drop my tune it’ll sell
Cause they can’t understand other guys
Like the baby out of Family Guy
I’m crazy, I ain’t actually high
Just think that I’m actually fly
I deliver these lines with impact when I write
Straight to the point, now my batts gonna die
And OK you’re rapping alright
But I ain’t practising mine
I got flows for days, bars for weeks
I’m K, A to the N i’m around where things evolved
Cash rules everything around me baby
Got my circle bun like Audi baby

[Hook]

I put in work, other spitters ain’t worth
Ten pence for their words, I was bad from birth
You should put ’em in a skirt, with a pretty pink purse
I got that fire, hot shit like Jerk
I locked it like bar staff slicking
The wire, fire, the bars I spit
Tree to tree on some Tarzan shit
I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself
I told you I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
You know me I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself

Kano – Hurt Lyrics

[Hook]

I put in work, other spitters ain’t worth
Ten pence for their words, I was bad from birth
You should put ’em in a skirt, with a pretty pink purse
I got that fire, hot shit like Jerk
I locked it like bar staff slicking
The wire, fire, the bars I spit
Tree to tree on some Tarzan shit
I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself
I told you I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
You know me I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself
[Verse 1]

I got the power, this is my Austin hour
I floss material, hot for hours
I’m fire, I can’t be fired
Grip the road like a Ferrari tyre
I’m flyer, LV buyer
You can see me on your LG
It’s like a riot, my shields are real
Rider, popping that (?)
I hit the stage I do this well
You too so I got coupes as well
Come to my show and prove to yourself
Anytime I drop my tune it’ll sell
Cause they can’t understand other guys
Like the baby out of Family Guy
I’m crazy, I ain’t actually high
Just think that I’m actually fly
I deliver these lines with impact when I write
Straight to the point, now my batts gonna die
And OK you’re rapping alright
But I ain’t practising mine
I got flows for days, bars for weeks
I’m K, A to the N i’m around where things evolved
Cash rules everything around me baby
Got my circle bun like Audi baby

[Hook]

I put in work, other spitters ain’t worth
Ten pence for their words, I was bad from birth
You should put ’em in a skirt, with a pretty pink purse
I got that fire, hot shit like Jerk
I locked it like bar staff slicking
The wire, fire, the bars I spit
Tree to tree on some Tarzan shit
I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself
I told you I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
You know me I merk, don’t put me on a verse
Please don’t do it to yourself

Rob $tone – Chill Bill lyrics

[Verse 1: Rob $tone]
Rob $tone two damn phones
Babylons can’t crack the code
Used to sip out styrofoam but figured I should stick to dro (weed!)

Backwoods overload don’t like to smoke them swishers hoe
If you hit my liquor store it’s 50 cents for single Ports

[Hook: Rob $tone]
Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
I said baby just buy dutches cause you can’t smoke for free
I got some loud but no money babe buy me a Fiji
She said you need a job, bitch fuck a job I still get cheese

[Verse 2: J. Davi$]
Two cell phones, Mr. Mothafuck-a-thot
Mr. I be on that block
Twelve o seven fuck an op
They hear my name they see my squad
Rolling dope up on the spot
I’m with your bitch she on my jock
Ain’t got no time to love a thot
Got niggas mad my flow so hot
Got niggas mad my squad won’t stop
We in the game won’t take no loss
Im sippin water out the Voss
Got lean all in my fuckin’ Sprite
Turnin up on fuckin sight
Mr. Kenny Powers bouta take your girlfriend home tonight, bitch

[Verse 3: Spooks]
And I’m smokin’ on that widow
When you see it out the window
Got a dusty old tee
Lookin’ bummy leave it simple
Growin’ up I was always in the middle
So I gotta hold it down for my older and my little
And my brothas beside me so fuck it we mobbin’ deep
Always grimey, no findin’ me
But I be in LG
If your lil fuck boy lame ass wanna creep
I live by the lemon cause that fucka chose me

[Hook: Rob $tone]
Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
I said baby just buy dutches cause you can’t smoke for free
I got some loud but no money babe buy me a Fiji
She said you need a job, bitch fuck a job I still get cheese