Road Rage (Part 2) Chillinit

[Verse 1]
You're a shook one, you're a Mobb Deep
You only ever been cooked halfway
Yeah, I cook one, then I pop three
I was touching the sky like Kanye
I got good bud, I got strong weed
But that comes from a place that I can't say
You know me, low-key OG
With a different last name, I got
Weed in quarters and streets in order
I got a freak little ting like Rita Ora
But the old man post the Pope with OGs
So I see signora for cheaper order
I got dreams of the beach and water
I got a house on the hill where I feed my daughter
In the lay-low six with a J-Lo chick
Start me a band if I breach the border
Young thug with the triple X
I hit the sesh, then smoke on purp in a ski mask
Fuck love, brah, I'm Trippie Redd
I hit the legs, then pump 6ix9ine to the three bar
Suicide boy got ghost mane in the propane
I'm in love with the cocaine
I'm in love with the cocaine
I got hoes like a Mo Bamba, smoke rasta, argh
Had my old shit shit on repeat
Was underrated in 420 Queen Street
Wish you well when I'm up and away
I got energy and whatever you need, can't beat me
'Til I get the success one day
ChillinIT knew that he would suck less one day
Now I get sucked off on the runway
'Cause the hostess knows One Breath, One Take