Chillin (Troy Ave)

x 2 I’m just ridin on some chillin shit With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit And we’ve been drinkin so we kinda hit But I’ma smoke just a little bit Tink top on with my big chain Riding through my city numb bit a chief thang Money in my pockets shit I’m getting checks Just got a text, ran my pussy wet 20 minutes later, hood bad and select She a bad little bitch but I don’t eat up, never Go and get a bottle from the … Slow sippin if I’m trippin I’ma hit it raw Grand papers filled with the weed, smoke that Now I got the feeling that I need I’m feeling her and she feellin me, come on But feeling love’s for the suckers be We could fuck if we both agree And if I spill enough, she gonn eat the peas, you do that I double up, for the mornin after And I’m a real nigga, double on tantrum x 2 I’m just ridin on some chillin shit With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit And we’ve been drinkin so we kinda hit But I’ma smoke just a little bit Still ridin in the backseat, listenin to mac be Thousand dollar belt, buckle holdin up my cachis It ain’t nothing, I ain’t ballin, I’m just playing round Kinda wish my bitch stayed around Still runnin slow when I smoke a mind drough Still keep it low from the fuckin 5o Still ain’t got a penny for any of these hoes Still getting shows, still getting throwed Still let a bitch suck my dick while I’m on the mike Still call that hoe a fiend cause she on the pipe And then mom still tell me I ain’t talkin right Still bring my homies with me when I’m on a flight I ain’t chillin on the ave, shout to rally or smash Still chillin with some bitches, watchin belly smokin hash For the oprah cash, we’re fuckin by the badge Till the spazz going fast, 120 on the dash Throw some rap, that ain’t shit, man that’s easy to me It’s funny cause it’s money like jesus to me How would be, my bitch japanese, Shout to french montana still I’m mac with cheese x 2 I’m just ridin on some chillin shit With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit And we’ve been drinkin so we kinda hit But I’ma smoke just a little bit Nigga, in the hood and I’m kinda heavy I just bought a 2 pack now the … Ideal, it’s slick talk fucked up birds First of the month gone by the 3rd yes sir If you don’t hustle, then you won’t relate Bricks in my backpack, niggas on it late Powder, it’s all good, niggas only cake On my way about the hood, niggas show me hate I need that, believe that Fuel to my fire, fire up the weed at Alright, alright, pack loud than a motherfucker I’m ballin hard baby act … In the bare jays, and a pair of shades Got the club going crazy and I’m center stage Puttin on for my city, got a bunch of fly niggas And my real niggas with me x 2 I’m just ridin on some chillin shit With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit And we’ve been drinkin so we kinda hit But I’ma smoke just a little bit