Whatever You Need Chillinit (Ft. Huskii)

[Verse 1: ChillinIt]
Homegirl bought her a place
With her dad and she likes the spot
But that girl's got the jacks on her back
'Cause her old man still push keys like Microsoft
You raid tombs on Lara Croft
Pass the pot, pass parcels for larger drops
Said I'd never be the dude that your father was
But I bring fire to the booth like I'm Charlie Sloth
But I still go fuck while her man's asleep
She's got a package from Japan for me
Bitch even cut a gram for me
When her man's on a trip
She puts Drake on and strips just to dance for me
So I took her to the hoods like Hilltop
Fuckin' bitches with the fifties and the ziplock
Fist through the Gyprock just to stop hurting
You're pissed off, fightin', sorry I'm not perfect
Stop trying, I'm sorry I'm not worth it
All we ever do is collide and it's not workin'
Probably why I'm livin' my life and stay high all the time
When I'm out in the ride, the cops search it
I only fall for the ones that are fucked up
Ha, Captain Save-a-Hoe
Blakey knows that he never put hands on his bitch
But his bitch still try put the hands on the AVO
That's a low blow and below the belt
Wait, I don't mind, she can fuck me off
And tell her friends that I'm dead, I'm a dog in my head
And in the end, she invites me to bed still to suck me off
Probably why I never trust a thot
It's cold heart, she's Mozart the way that she brush me off
I get money, fuck the cops
I'm still bustin' a shot in the air for the love we lost
Check-check, soul's on a ride
Raised on my real, roll on my grind
Mull me a life and control of my spine
All backbone, 'cause she's getting rolled 'til I'm high
Back and forth, back and forth, that confuse you?
It's probably why I couldn't leave ya if I choose to
Had the bitch playing Biggie on the Bluetooth
Spinnin' on my dick like ballerinas in a tutu