Chill Out lyrics

[Intro: Big Mali]
Uh, uh, (Yeah), uh, uh (Yeah)
(Ghost Kid the producer)
The f*ck? (Yeah)

[Chorus: Big Mali & DaBaby]
Chill out
I think I'ma go up on the price now (Racks)
Send my brother to f*ck on your wife now
She go back-to-back, she done did that sh*t twice now (Ho, sl*t)
I done ran through a fifty from state-to-state
Hoppin' on planes, I done got me a life now (I'm there)
Know them teachers look back, they think twice now (For real)
Said I wasn't gon' be sh*t, but my song what they like now (b*tch), the f*ck? (Let's go)

[Verse 1: DaBaby]
Chill out
I went in for a year, b*tch, I'm lit now (Let's go)
That boy got the world on the di*k now (My di*k)
Tell a b*tch to sit down, you ain't it now
How he hate, but he ain't go no whip? (No whip)
Brand new car what I spent on my 'fit now (Zoom)
n*ggas know that boy Baby the sh*t (That pfft)
They want me to take pics with they b*tch now (Hah)
I'm sick, come check on me, baby (Uh)
How it taste?
Them other n*ggas, they ain't it
You know I got the recipe, baby (Uh-huh)
Play your part, don't be stressin' me, baby (Okay)
I want it done and I'm the same man did it (Let's go)
No, I can't kick it with a lame-ass n*gga (Let's go)
You ain't with me, you the same as the opp (Opps)
n*gga thinkin' 'bout my chain, bad business (Okay)
[Verse 2: Big Mali]
Ayy, n*gga thinkin' 'bout a chain, bad business
We gon' get that boy a chain with them R.I.P. initials
And I'm f*ckin' with the same gang, n*gga
So we leave them n*ggas bleedin' like a b*tch is on the menstrual (No cap)
And you know I got brothers that bang different colors (Uh-huh)
If he gon' step, we gon' step with each other (Come on)
You worried 'bout me, need to check on your mother (What's up?)
The way that they cover my back with these Glocks, they like Kobe (Bah)
Covers like blankets or something (Bah)
You would think that I don't got that thang, but it's on me
We gon' hang his ass up like some hangers or something (Come on)
Chopper go number one when she sing like a banger or something
Choppa go number one, put that boy on the news (Yup)
Hit that boy with that fire, guarantee he gon' snooze
You can run, but can't hide from these 7.62s (Uh-uh)
And we movin' offsides, if you beefin', you lose, the f*ck?

[Chorus: Big Mali]
But chill out (Yeah)
I think I'ma go up on the price now (Up)
Send my brother to f*ck on your wife now
She go back-to-back, she done did that sh*t twice now
I done ran through a fifty from state-to-state
Hoppin' on planes, I done got me a life now
Know my teachers look back, they think twice now
Said I wasn't gon' be sh*t, but my song what they like now (b*tch), the f*ck?