CHILLZ ft. Dee Dot Jones Lyrics

Oh she get the chillz

When I walk through

Tryna earn a couple mill

Off a walk through

Got the change

Never switched up

On my dawgs too

Stuffing dead prezzies

In my drawls too

Oh she get the chillz

When I walk through

Oh she get the chillz

When I walk through

Stuffing dead prezzies

In my drawls too

I fantasized bout this

Back in Lorenzo

We was in the back of the class

Rolling the piff bro

I was skipping out of the class

Out of the window

Just to cupcake with a broad

I'd never hit though

Ain't that crazy

Shameful

I ain't never feeling too lazy

It's painful when you see me pushing past 80

Blank tint with a French chick

All paisley

You know niggas prone to hate

Since a young nigga

Wanna cop a wraith

And hyperventilate

Two fingers skating up after

The dinner date

She got two friends in the back seat

I know they hate

Know they want attention

They hide it behind the face

I know that it's tension

You hide it behind the grace uh

Left hand when you shake?

Catch a break uh

That shit ain't right I peep

The pussy in your pace punk

Oh she get the chills

When I walk through

Tryna earn a couple mill

Off a walk through

Got the change

Never switched up

On my dawgs too

Stuffing dead prezzies

In my drawls too

Oh she get the chillz

When I walk through

Oh she get the chillz

When I walk through

Cult daddy

Fucked you again

She done got the chillz

When I slid by

Cult daddy really why yo bitch high

It ain't hard to decide

I'm on this side

I can change the whole world

I don't switch sides

I'm with heirmax

Big player facts

In my lane

I cant entertain a lame it is bad

Tell a bitch to watch mash

Matter fact watch grass

If your nose fucked up

Then its going in your

I made her soak up her parades

That she got from a sponsor

Imma real player

In the game full of monsters

She say that she a fan

But she ain't she a bopper

She ate me backstage

And didn't stay for the concert

Anything to leave it on a high note

Fuck the club

Me and Cian finna take the line home

Hoes in basilica design

Like they buying clothes

And yo bitch doubled back

And got the dial tone on my soul

I'm cold

Oh she get the chills

When I walk through

Tryna earn a couple mill

Off a walk through

Got the change

Never switched up

On my dawgs too

Stuffing dead prezzies

In my drawls too

Oh she get the chills

When I walk through

Oh she get the chills

When I walk through

Stuffing dead prezzies

In my drawls too