Will Is Chillin' Trap Music (feat. Rebel Legato)
Verse 1: Will Is Chillin'
Like its boarded up no telling what's in store
5'9" talking like i'm 6'4"
Hit record every time i get bored
What does that tell you? i don't have a life
Let it blare through the serato
Brain was a 5 bod in another model
To the room vroom vroom claim she never revved the throttle
I can't ride a Harley but i rebel like legato
Flow been goat since yolo was the motto
Polo is the boxer jack is the bottle
Crack is the notepad lookin like a novel
Far from a novice i'm the Mann like Otto
Verse on auto hit reverse when it's over
Never let me spit a verse when i'm not sober
Evidently been the worst hiding my emotions
Blame the potent and the potions watch my eyes gloss over
Flow saks fifth got yours at 5 below
Like my girls thick and my grigio pinot
Had me pound it twice so we're almost at a kilo
Never roll a c note my pack got b.o
Emo with the subject matter even tho im lethal
Been a proud mutt grandma use to call me juanito
Lights cameras action when happen to be rapping
Staged murder on this track had it tacked to my b roll
Everybody makes trap music
Edm but take it easy on the e
Everybody just act ruthless
Kill a beat i half ass through it
Verse 2: Rebel Legato
Really Had Start doin stop thinkin
Really I been in ma head all week
Day job weak, I escape for a fee
Figure four blunts lift me off my feet
Can't sleep
Gotta solve everything
I can't creep
Love life make me love the cream
I can't dream
Real life really what it seem
If you stayed down truly you know what I mean see
I just figured out my flows chisel my name in dat stone
Numb to it all windy city too cold
Spent to much time Thinking what I did wrong
Just pass me a bong
Pack pot den go rip someone song
Wit too many flows
Stop me
Respect me dont copy
Jus follow papi
TCG be Mafia
Of hip hopin
All da competition sloppy
I'm feelin godly
Let my soul glow
Proudly
I ain't gotta act hot
I ain't gotta bad side
Wait Only when I'm anti
See me on the north side
Lakeside
Erwhere I go bet I'm certified
Erwhere I go bet I hear ma shit
Erwhere I go they gon say I'm rich
Rich wit soul, my heart a hole
Filled wit gold, I spit flame till I'm dead an gone
