He going Donkey Kong (King of the ape shit) I must be gone (Gone) I don't ever front out here for a minute (Go crazy) Say I never chill 'til I get it (Go crazy) Brain what you think they committed? (Go crazy) Now I gotta wait like dawg gon' get it (Go

I told your boy, "your bitch needs to chill" (bitch need to chill) Jou ma se poes Fuck, I'm so faded Sour taste in your mouth Your bitch call me the greatest In the morning, I'll be fresh as fuck Fat faded fuck faces hate it How'd you get so jaded? Sorry

Gettin' high, chillin' with my bros Gettin' high, blazin' with the bros And you know I got a gang of pre-rolls Talkin' 'bout these hoes, yeah Tryna dodge these hoes Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woah, oh, woah It's gon' be your favorite song

Pop it bitch Pop pop pop One two and the bitch came All these hoes know my damn name Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Walk up on this bitch

Somebody's shouting Up at a mountain Only my own words return Nobody's up there It's a deception I'm alone here With emptiness eagles and snow Unfriendliness chilling my body And whispering pictures of home

'Cause I'm just the truth Rolling like a fool What have I gotten myself into? Hurry up and choose I can get it right, one try Roll this up and let's skydive I'm in sky and I chill with this ice in my ears I want to look good out and live We shared that

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say? For a hill men would kill, why? They

Nigga, talkin' bout M's Talkin' about M's Talkin' bout M's, nigga, M's Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, nigga Chill and get faded All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded I wanna see you take it all

Nigga, I was down bad, now I'm on a jet for real Got all this ice on me, baby, told my Patek to chill Sippin' on this codeine, my baddest bitch is on X pill I want a couple million without a record deal Got 25 thousand on me, when I've been ridin' in a

Grind with my brothers 'til we make it out the sticks You a broke nigga, prolly switch up for a bitch I was in the game, you was sittin' on the bench Chillin' with my woes like we came up from the six I don't fuck with girls that be all up in the mix