Vic Mensa & Skrillex - No Chill (Lyrics)

[Intro] Yeah, hooligans

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill

[Verse 1] I told Sonny warm the beat up, shit is freezin’, he ain’t got no chill

I ain’t got none either, keep a flow right off the heater

To my team I’m Derek Jeter, I got hits, I’m in the field

With a halo on my deal, I signed to Hov, I’m lightskin Jesus

Hallelujah, hallelujah, you do you, more power to ya

I’mma test drive that xDrive, pussy wetter, just got baptized

I’m a franchise, you a fraction, niggas broke, can’t pay attention

I got drive, she tryin’ to screwdrive, guess I got to do it drill

Ayy, we’ve been up since Friday, gettin’ drunk and poppin’ seal

Magic stick all on that ass, bitch, I’m David Copperfield

You a fan, don’t it blow you that this shit just hot as hell

I’m with Skrillex and we chillin’, but we still ain’t got no chill

[Hook] No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real

Hallelujah, hallelujah, I was born ready

But my shooters got shooters, they was born ready

Practice, what the fuck is practice?

What the fuck is practice?

Hallelujah, hallelujah, yeah

But my shooters got shooters, they was born ready

[Verse 2] On the phone with ‘Ye, he on the plane

He say, “What’s up, nigga?”

I don’t know, not these fuck-niggas

Oh yeah, we was up, nigga

Got the new Beamer on razor blades

Stephen Curry on CP3

You fucked up, won’t make the plays

Fuck with us, they make your grave

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but they don’t say enough

Problems as deep as my pockets is, my Uzi weigh a ton

I’m a Hyde Park hooligan, you goofy, that’s just where I’m from

Choppin’ shit like the Karate Kid, not Will and Jada’s son

I got SAVEMONEY, they with me now, so go and get you some

Plus my bands old enough, I could fuck with my older sister’s friend

Now my niggas try to clown me when I told ‘em they was probably

Same niggas talkin’ shit, lookin’ shitty, get the bounty

[Hook] No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real

Hallelujah, hallelujah, I was born ready

But my shooters got shooters, they was born ready

Practice, what the fuck is practice?

What the fuck is practice?

Hallelujah, hallelujah, yeah

But my shooters got shooters, they was born ready

[Outro] No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real

I was born ready (for real)

I was born ready

Don’t you know that we for real?

Don’t you know that we for real?

Nigga, for real

For real

Nigga, for real

For real

Nigga, for real