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

I made a bucket list, changed the B to an F I gave my give a damn the finger, so it got up and left I quit worrying about people's expectations And ordered up a six pack of chillaxification Maybe write it all down, and then blow it all off If you're a

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

Window to window and wall to wall Can of Krylon, we out to bomb Four in the morning I'm with the squad There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go Chill-chill-chilin' with the crew Just writing my name in graffiti on the wall Who-who-who is he?

I just hope it lasts forever I think this might be paradise I think this might be wonderland Ricky Rozay Maybach Music Get you out to France, fly you out to Nice Or we can chill out in Atlanta, let's enjoy the feast We can do the spa, we can do the mall

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

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

As we go on (We go on) Like we do (Like we do) When it's hot outside (Hot outside) I wanna just chill with you (Chill with you) What you need? (What you need?) Put ya mind at ease (Mind at ease) Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do Let's smoke and ride Baby, if you

All day, all day bring it my way I wanna handle your bizz Waah yuh put it pon meee Baby girl cau' you don't stop pose And you look good inna clothes And you pretty like rose And di sitten expose Chilling out inna the island breeze

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