Chillin

Lyrics

[Intro: Troy Ave] It's that feel good right here You had a long day at work, you got off Just got some money, it's Friday, you got paid It's that weekend music, you know what I mean? The weekend shit Uh, alright, alright [Chorus: Troy Ave] Uh, I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit And we've been drinkin' so we kinda hit But I'ma smoke just a little bit I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit And we've been drinkin' so we kinda hit (Uh, hit) But I'ma smoke just a little bit [Verse 1: Troy Ave] Tank top on with my big chain Ridin' through my city, nuttin' but a G thang Money in my pockets, shit, I'm gettin' checks (Checks) Just got a text, read, "My pussy wet" Twenty minutes later, pull up at her store She a bad little bitch but I don't endure (Never) Go and get a bottle from the store (Alright, alright) Slow sippin', if I'm trippin', I'ma hit it raw (Nah) Grand papers filled with the weed, smoke that Now I got the fillings that I need I'm feelin' her and she feellin' me (Come on) But feelin' love's for the suckers, B We could fuck if we both agree And if I spill a nut, she gon' eat the peas (You do that) I double L for the mornin' after And I'm a real nigga, double entendre [Chorus: Troy Ave] Uh, I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit And we've been drinkin' so we kinda hit But I'ma smoke just a little bit I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit And we've been drinkin' so we kinda hit But I'ma smoke just a little bit [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Still ridin' in the backseat, listenin' to Max B Thousand dollar belt buckle holdin' up my khakis It ain't nothin', I ain't ballin', I'm just playin' 'round Kinda wish my bitch stayed around Still ride slow when I'm smokin' my Dro Still keep it low from the fuckin' Five-O Still ain't got a penny for any of these hoes Still gettin' chose, still gettin' throat Still let a bitch suck my dick while I'm on the mic Still call that ho a fiend 'cause she on the pipe And my mom still tell me I ain't talkin' right Still bring my homies with me when I'm on a flight I ain't sellin' on the Ave., shout to rellyOnSMASH Still chillin' with some bitches, watchin' Belly, smokin' hash For the Oprah cash, give a fuck about a badge 'Til I spaz goin' fast, hundred-twenty on the dash Know some raps, that ain't shit, man, that's easy to me It's funny 'cause it's money like Jesus to me How it be, my bitch Japanese Shout to French Montana, still I'm mac with cheese [Chorus: Troy Ave] Uh, I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit (On some chillin' shit) With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit (I'm feelin' good and shit) And we've been drinkin' so we kinda hit (Uh-huh, hit) But I'ma smoke just a little bit (Clap, clap, clap) I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit (Hey) With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit (Hey) And we've been drinkin' so we kinda hit (Clap, clap) But I'ma smoke just a little bit [Verse 3: Troy Ave] Nigga, in the hood and I'm kinda heavy (For real) I just bought a two-pack, not a Makaveli I deal and slick talk for a couple birds First of the month, gone by the third (Yessir) If you don't hustle, then you won't relate Bricks in my backpack, niggas on it late (Powder) It sold good [?] cake On my way up out the hood, niggas show me hate I need that, believe that (Come on) Fuel to my fire, fire up the weed (Alright, alright) Pack loud than a motherfucker (Loud) I'm ballin' hard, baby, [?] In the big J's, and a pair of shades Got the club goin' crazy and I'm center stage (Hey) Puttin' on for my city Got a bunch of fly bitches and my real niggas with me [Chorus: Troy Ave] Uh, I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit And we've been drinkin' so we kinda hit (Uh-huh, hit) But I'ma smoke just a little bit (Clap, clap, clap) I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit (Hey) With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit (Hey) And we've been drinkin' so we kinda hit (Clap, clap) But I'ma smoke just a little bit [Outro: Troy Ave] I'ma smoke just a little bit, I'ma smoke just a little bit I'ma smoke just a little bit Money-makin' Mac, let me get a hit 'Cause I'ma smoke just a little bit, and I'ma smoke just a little bit I'ma smoke just a little bit I'm sellin' powder, nigga, get a sniff What the fuck is up? Shit [?]