Chillfree5ty13 Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
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