Chill

I think she the one

She counting my racks

She rolling my blunt

You get what you want

Drip, the only thing tear is the denim you get what you want

Trips

Louis

Chanel

Fendi

Whatever you want

Hit up a friend, I’m flying em in yeah I’m tryna stunt

Im tryna on his bitch

See the grip that I got see it came with a kick

I make her cum when I hit

She doing that thing with her lips

Now you gang you aint making no sounds

Like the za when we breaking it down

Off the Za I be breaking her back

If you a smooch then I can’t get attached

Thats you hitting my phone when Im all in the field

Im a demon dont know how to feel

Heard you was creeping was low on the hill

If you love me lets go on a drill

When we fucking you know that it’s real

Im on ya body but I gotta chill

Im on ya body but I gotta chill

(Chill, chill, chill)

Iced out frozen

(Chill, chill, chill)

Strike a pose and

(Chill, chill, chill)

Oh she chosen

(Chill, chill, chill)

My heart frozen

I think she the one

She counting my racks

She rolling my blunt

You get what you want

Drip, the only thing tear is the denim you get what you want

Trips

Louis

Chanel

Fendi

Whatever you want

Hit up a friend, I’m flying em in yeah I’m tryna stunt