Chill Out (Bring the Heat) Song Lyrics

Hop out the whip, feeling lit as fuck
I see niggas hating, I don't give a fuck
Y'all always take L's, y'all got bad luck
But I'm getting my money, I'm running it up
Niggas be mad cause their shit suck
Tryna get a reaction to gain attent-ion
People can't write bars, they be talent-less
Tell them go make a bag, niggas can't get a buck

I see these niggas still hating, but they should just be a fan
I have no competition, no one can do it better than
Me, but they still trying to compete
Tell these niggas to chill out before I really bring the heat

Yeah the heat, the flames, never do shit that is lame
Niggas tryna stop a bag, tell them stay in their lane
When I rap, I go hard, all these niggas sound the same
Every song I drop hits, cause a nigga got good aim

Drop the cap, bring the facts
Get the bag, bring the cash
In the safe, secret stash
Got green all over like grass