Nate the Gift - Chill

Let you borrow some shit from my man
Come down on shit you claim
Niggas run my block like Aang
Hear this pop then shit say bang
I’m not with the shits & games
Slip & slide like a nigga on ice
Pizza pie ain’t want a slice
You ain’t wit the rats you nice
Zoe ass kid, I want some rice
Shoot a three like I'm Tatum
Kobe, fade em
Ayesha curry wanna date her
Nigga got a face tat
You ain’t say that
Told me you a racer
Tried to rob my man's for a car
Ain’t even mess with the shots
But you a thot
Told me you wanna meet me
Got my glizzy in the back seat
Tell me you wanna ball
You just with my ops
I just want my sauce
That’s yo bitch, yo loss
What you doing up so late bitch
Show on repeat, lilo & stitch
Reruns like I’m Martin
Niggas a hostage
Squeaky like a faucet
Entangled in august, ya ya
508 my niggas notice
Retro got this shit he fuego
Hot sauce, go high like Diego
Beat so hard shit ain’t for lay low’s

Written by:
Nathan Destouche

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