Chill Guy Video (MV)

Ayy
J.R
In the burbs with a drac, I'm finna shoot a cracker
Heard the feds listening, bro I'm just a rapper
Booty too big, when I hit it I think she a clapper
Take over the world in my dream, I'm a power napper
He light skin hit him with the heat, now he burnt bacon
Damn, I had to break the bank, so now they can't chase it
He got beat on while in court, someone call a flagrant
Time is money, why the hell would I be patient?
Hit a couple times, and throw her out, treat her like a blunt
Came to my block and caught a shot, this is not a stunt
I just bought a sniper, where the opps at? I'm tryna hunt
You know you ain't scoring on this block, you gon' have to punt
Call me Saquon, difference is, I be shooting backwards
I'll shoot your best friend and then I hit his chick after
I be sipping lean, so she telling me to go faster
She want me to fall in love with her, I just wanna crack her
Shorty wanna swallow all my kids, so I call her Kronos
Don't know why you claiming that treesh, she send explicit photos
Thought it was fake, denim tears nah, I wear real logos
Big 3, you me and my gun, you better call the popo
Actually don't call them cause they ain't gon' save you
Met her off the gram, hit it off, that's that Babe Ruth
Ask me why I cracked her, I don't know, she made some good soup
When it's war time, you gon' die, we ain't calling truce
I'm a big boy, they wont run up, I might eat the gun
I gave lean to a white boy, he gon' have some fun
You saw me do sum, then you did it too, now you my son
Fat boy wanted smoke, he saw my gun, now he finna run
This bag on me ain't for fashion, stupid, I got lean in it
Don't pass me a bottle of Sprite unless codeine in it
Brody said he itching for the stizz, he a fein with it
Shorty got hella bodies, no, I can't be seen with it
Call my meat the truth, cause these treeshas can't handle it
Told her don't grip it like that, you gon' damage it
Told her I wont crash out low-key, I be planning it
Told him I ain't hitting his chick, I be slamming it
Contact name Headstones, cause they dead to me
In the kitchen with the pot, that's the recipe
Shorty said she want my heart, told her let it be
I call her PBJ, she gon' spread for me
Treesh in New York want me to be her prince, but I ain't J.I
Pull up on the block, we let off shots, we let that K fly
Told her I can't text her no more, cause she stay dry
I been tryna to up the switchy on em, see it in my eye
Bullets like a bowling ball, I know they be hitting hard
Heard he try to run, okay cool, he ain't getting far
Better run them pockets I want everything, give me your card
Swear I only gave him a sip, now he think he a star
Smoke a opp, take his shoe, turn it to a necklace
9.99, I'm finna sell it on Craigslist
Mattress got holes in it, you gotta get your bread fixed
Shorty on her knees all day, I think she legless
She want me to break down, I can't, I'm just a Chill Guy
I can wear sweatsuits and Crocs and I'm still fly
Wanna be like me, hit me up, I got a drill guide
Talking crazy on my name, best believe you will die
Gang