[Intro: ChillinIt]
Rargh
The Octagon
Remember that André 3000 track? (Chill, Chill)
"Hey Ya" or some shit, that was the shit back in the day
We should use it for the chorus, maybe (420 Fam)
Try this right here, check
[Chorus: ChillinIt & newsreader sample]
(Hey ya) "230 pounds of marijuana..."
(Hey ya) "Along with more than 150,000 dollars in cash..."
(Hey ya) "But guess what, that's not all. Also, take a look..."
(Hey ya) "A 55,000 dollar watch"
[Verse 1: ChillinIt]
Rargh, hey ya, I'm an outcast and I spray bar
I was six feet deep with the roses and flows
I was gettin' head stoned like graveyards
I'm offside with the ball in a box and all my brahs ill like Neymar
Not Yoda, but the girl bent back like yoga, the drug's like poker
Funky Friday and pills on a rainbow
Psychodrama, but I'm not Dave, though
Quavo gettin' 'em high like all night
With a freak little thing on the right from Barbados
Chill the fuck out, peso, Snoop Dogg lifestyle then I lay low
Rap shit is a war of the words
And my words are gods of the war like Kratos
I'm in a blacked out Mazda, bad bitch that I met on Insta
In the club with a bottle of bub'
So yeah, I might go 50 Cent, I might pimp her
Might chop ya trees and yell timber
I might just swipe your shit, but not Tinder
I might say babysit, I might kid ya
I might Will Smith your bitch and then switch up
Facts, still got bud, no love for the Jack's
Still blow sesh from the front to the back
With the fam till the death and the bud that I pack
Money in a wraps both backflip, got 55 grand in the mattress
Can't catch this, I just got three birds in a row
And I call that a hat-trick
Rargh
The Octagon
Remember that André 3000 track? (Chill, Chill)
"Hey Ya" or some shit, that was the shit back in the day
We should use it for the chorus, maybe (420 Fam)
Try this right here, check
[Chorus: ChillinIt & newsreader sample]
(Hey ya) "230 pounds of marijuana..."
(Hey ya) "Along with more than 150,000 dollars in cash..."
(Hey ya) "But guess what, that's not all. Also, take a look..."
(Hey ya) "A 55,000 dollar watch"
[Verse 1: ChillinIt]
Rargh, hey ya, I'm an outcast and I spray bar
I was six feet deep with the roses and flows
I was gettin' head stoned like graveyards
I'm offside with the ball in a box and all my brahs ill like Neymar
Not Yoda, but the girl bent back like yoga, the drug's like poker
Funky Friday and pills on a rainbow
Psychodrama, but I'm not Dave, though
Quavo gettin' 'em high like all night
With a freak little thing on the right from Barbados
Chill the fuck out, peso, Snoop Dogg lifestyle then I lay low
Rap shit is a war of the words
And my words are gods of the war like Kratos
I'm in a blacked out Mazda, bad bitch that I met on Insta
In the club with a bottle of bub'
So yeah, I might go 50 Cent, I might pimp her
Might chop ya trees and yell timber
I might just swipe your shit, but not Tinder
I might say babysit, I might kid ya
I might Will Smith your bitch and then switch up
Facts, still got bud, no love for the Jack's
Still blow sesh from the front to the back
With the fam till the death and the bud that I pack
Money in a wraps both backflip, got 55 grand in the mattress
Can't catch this, I just got three birds in a row
And I call that a hat-trick
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!