Chillfree5ty13 Lyrics

Y'all already know what's going on man

Big Jmoney Bands in this bitch

Got a little freestyle for y'all

Splish, splash, go the motorboat

I can see the dolphins crackin' through the waves like I'm on a boat

Sparkin' that wood cause I wanna smoke

You would think I'm from the farm the way she saying baby you the GOAT

I need the runts, this is not a joke

It was hot as hell in that fuckin' kitchen like he cookin' dope

Shit I've been thinking where I'm tryna go

Yeah I'm headed to Atlanta tryna see who wanna book a show

Shit where the weed, where the blunts, I'm a real smoker

She told me she don't got a gag, I'm a still choke her

Yeah I'm headed to the top, think I'm getting closer

Like my girls golden brown like a buntoaster

If that ass don't clap, I don't want it

If it don't jiggle in my hands, I don't want it

Man take the wiggle out my pants, put your lips on it

Droppin' my brother off, he sayin' I got big motion

Think your ashy ass phone, need to get lotion

Put that scuba suit on, she had a big ocean

Had her leaking out her panties, how I kiss on it

You cannot look through the ride cause I got tint on it

Baby girl a Lil Bougie, had to give her racks

I ain't trippin' on that shit, I can make it back

Textin' the opps sis like, did he make it back

Tell her ass to come suck me off after I sent that

If he talkin' bout his shoes, I can get that

If he talkin' bout some racks, I can get that

You need to ask a better question, where your bitch at

Seen her babysitting my kids, where her lips at

Cut us in to the cutty, but he cut us out

She wanna visit Poundtown, I'm finna knock her out

Fact checkin' the bitch cause she was cappin' out

Resettin' the internet, my nigga, I was laggin' out

Facin' too much, I think I'm bout to pass out

She like to party in the club with her ass out

For that ass bitch, he bout to crash out

Might be the first to arrive, but we the last out

Certified chiropractor with the chop

How you packin'

You was likin' when we seen you on the block

I was sittin' home chillin' while investin' in stocks

You can smell the bud before I even open up the box

I ain't reppin' blood set, but I got bloody ass socks

I be on the court like, can you pass me the rock

Think about growin', we wanna grow another crop

Shot a bullet out a car, cracked the whole engine block

Okay, thought he was gettin' away, we had to park that

Roll him up in a Russian cream, bout to spark that

I'm high as fuck, got me lookin' where the stars at

Big stepper, steppin' on him like a doormat

Damn