Still Chill

[VERSE 1]
Yo, I'm still chill
All you bitches is stillborn
And still ain't seen shit
This ain't even my ill form
I should chill more
I should live at the Biltmore
But Cam keeps it low key
Won't see me live at the Fillmore
Netflix and chillin'
Would make me happy as Gilmore
Just as long as you suckin' my dick
Too big to fit on a billboard
Call me chill boi
I need I refill, whore, what
In the fuck do you think
I take all these pills for?
It's my chill source
Lifestyle is chill-core
You could never chill in my Uggs
Cuz you would get real bored
I could chill for
An hour or six more
You obnoxious as shit, and
Your chill game is piss poor
I'll pour piss on your head
From a lemonade pitcher
DSLR on my dick
Bitch, I'm takin' a picture
And I'm itchin' to hit ya
Bend ya over and fist ya, then
Stick a Canon in ya bizniss
N' take a POV vidgya
But shit
Dat ain't all dat chill though
Das some RSSM shit
Real sick serious mode
Dat ain't me, I'm in
CGM permanently
A cool guy, a chill guy
Kickin' back and burnin' trees
Cuz I'm still chill

[VERSE 2]
I'm the chilliest piece of shit
You ever did see, so
Got-damn chill, you
Could never diss me
Or kiss me, cuz ya
Lips would get stuck, but
You could still suck muh
Dick without a rub-ba
What the fuck does
A dude wear a rubba for
If you ain't like disease, how
Da hell you gone fuck a whore?
I'm chill with cold sores
I'm chill with herpes, even
If da bitch equipped
With every STD
I'm chill wid it
Bitch, dill with it
If chillin' was a gun
I could kill with it, yo
Fuck bitches, I only
Chill with real women
All I ever do is chill
And fuckin grill chicken
Still spittin'
Still chefin' in the kitchen
Still fixin' dishes
Still effin' with the spinach
Still evicted
Still messin' with the tenants
Still dip my pennis all
Up in a fresh Guinness
Yes, I’m still trippin, and
I’m still gettin' visions
Still hittin' spliffs, mixed
Wit angel dust in it
Still dippin'
Still dip-spittin'
Still dipshittin, and I’m
Still limp dickin' bitches
Cuz I’m still chill

[VERSE 3]
Ain't a dude, on da Earf
Dat could chill like me - I
Chill so precisely, I don't
Need no Visine - bitch
I might be
Chillin wit da high beams
On, in my whip, just
Sittin outside the - crib
Datchu live at
Tryna get dap
N’a dab, from ya dad, cuz he
Has'at - catch me, chillin'
In da Hazmat - suit
Doin' what’a chill dude
S’posed to, and smoke’a
Whole doob in my boat shoes
I got da cold brews, I
Stole from, the Whole Foods
Told you, I am
Chiller than some old soup
Yo dude, come on
Over and I’ll smoke you
Up to the gold roof, N
Show you some old tunes
Of mine
Dat I made in '09
About my butthole hair’n all
Da crusty diarrhea up in there
I’m the chillest of the chill
I’m chiller than I’m ill, chill’a
Million miles a minute, till
Da tread on my chill pills
N I get rill ill
Putcha hand on my grill
Attempt to kill you by
Fuckin yo dick with a drill
Dis is how I chill
I got - chill skills
Call me - Kid Chill
Cuz I - am still chill