[Part I]
[Intro: Chillinit]
Can I have one of those?
Ahahahah
Oh, Yeah!
New resealable, Fisherman's Friend
Smoking couta by the bay
Smoking couta by the -
Couta by the bay
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse: Chillinit]
Smoking Couta by the bay
Smelling something fishy, barracuda in a J
This that twerk it on the top
This that booty in your face
This that work, you take it off
Ferris Beuller with the day
This that skirt, you take it off
Put your roaches in the bag, the way I get my money up
I swear the slogan should be that, and I could pull these inner views
I'm Joe Rogan with the chatter, I'm Huey Lewis on the news
I keep a trojan in the back, dat-dat-dat, like
Migos I take off, and put Cardi hair on my bitch
The way she scream hoe, I break box and put Cartier on my wrist, you little bitch
Who be with the team?
Who be with the cob, and got the doobies in the jeans
We don't give a fuck
Woozy off the weed, I get faded off the drugs
Groupies in [?], I could hit you with the -
Groupie full of G's, if you coming from the vill' you see the beauty in the streets
I get faded off a pill
Keep a [?], on the scene
Fuck a Blake, she call me Chill'
And her groupie on my steez
Let me level with my G
I ain't walking with no wife
'less she Bonnie to the Clyde
It's a vibe, it's a vibe
It's a, it's a -
[Chorus: Chillinit]
Smoking Couta by the bay
Smelling something fishy, barracuda in a J
This that twerk it on the top
This that booty in your face
This that work, you take it off
Ferris Beuller with the -
Ferris, Ferris, Ferris, Ferris Beuller with the -
[Part II]
[Intro: Chillinit]
Six times, five foot, four girls
Three best friends, in this two bed-room, one apartment
Nah, nah, wait, wait, wait, wait
If I could be real wit' y'all, like, I'm not even really, efficient type of person
Let's get six strippers, let's get a Meriton
Let's get a whole bunch of fucked up party shit and, uh
Let's start this party
[Chorus: Chillinit]
Six times, five foot, four girls
Three best friends, in this two bed-room, one apartment
And big lines, poured on the floor
Having sex to the door
From the head to the wall, get it started
I need extra leg room, when I get chartered
I don't like to feel this special, when departed
Girl you told me this forever, but we started
And I'm feeling like you left me, broken hearted
[Verse 1: Chillinit]
Yeah, you better thank me though
I spent the money, girl, you keep it, I got banks of those
I was Susan's son, ever since [?]
I was just a little bit of chilling, got a gram of blow
B-R-B, music bargain for this new apartments
Flip the charges, now I'm bout to buy a supermarket
Three up at the bottom, now there's two, up above 'em
You know that I cop the street, that's got the view of harbours
Center point, I lost count at about the seventh joint
Fuck 'em all, what's the score, there's too many points
Let 'em know
We too ready for 'em, front, you better let it go
You better let it go, yeah, yeah
How many times, I had to sweat in patience?
How many rhymes have I provided you, anticipation?
How many times you heard the lies, from all the shit they saying?
How many times have I provided you, your medication?
Real talk
Know that you a man-bitch
When you'd rather choose a bag of blow, over your fan bitch
[?], on my handle that you playing with
When I do it, I'mma do you jealous, cause you can bitch
Real talk
Called me crying for the second time
Stop your crying for a second, there's a better time
That was younger, that's my brother
We were brother, let's go brothers
With a brother, and he'll bust and let his weapon slide
Real talk
[Chorus: Chillinit]
Six times, five foot, four girls
Three best friends, in this two bed-room, one apartment
And big lines, poured on the floor
Having sex to the door
From the head to the wall, get it started
I need extra leg room and I control it
I don't like to feel this special, when departed
Girl you told me this forever, but we started
And I'm feeling like you left me broken hearted
[Verse 2: Chillinit]
[?], to these little drillers
Rappers getting money, funny, y'all are little Chillers'
Keep a jersey on, go and get a bigger figure
Rest of you look double shiver
Laughed and learned, a new beginner, ain't a driller
Man, the island is on, heavy violence
Church off silence, I could turn it into murder clients
One Four, went from walking round in heavy armour
Just to get the one, four million Balenciaga's, so can you
You do anything you wanna do
Cause the worlds yours, go and make your girl yours
Yeah, the worlds yours, go and make your girl's yours
This a man's world, go and get your girl's yours
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This a man's world, go beat this man's world
This a man's world, go and get your girl's yours
Fuck-a, fuck-a bitch
Fuck-a, fuck-a, fuck-a bitch
[Chorus: Chillinit]
Six times, five foot, four girls
Three best friends, in this two bed-room, one apartment
And big lines, poured on the floor
Having sex to the door
From the head to the wall, get it started
I need extra leg room and I control it
I don't like to feel this special, when departed
Girl you told me this forever, but we started
And I'm feeling like you left me broken hearted
[Outro: Chillinit]
Hol' up, hol' up, wait, wait, wait
What we are gonna do now is -
Hahaha
I'm just fucking with you man
Play the track and get high, 420 fam
