क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chillinit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malice Beats
Composer
Trooh Hippi
Composer
Blake Turnell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Malice Beats
Producer
Trooh Hippi
Producer
Mickey Kojak
Mixing Engineer
Adam McLenea
Mastering Engineer
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[Verse 1]
Brotha wanna talk on the gram, oh damn
I just laugh and I won't go start it
Big house got plants in the back, mmh, better homes and gardens
Got twenty eight grams in the pack, fall back my brotha, till the phones on nada
You ain't never gonna see me begging
In fact I ain't even gonna beg your pardon
[Verse 2]
I was cool, runnings, in your warehouse, get the tools, bunnings
Wood with the hardware, seafood, I go hard, yeah
I'ma get your sauce like tartare, tsst, I might burn you
The tax sees me and your bitch I might swerve you
The dark arts rule, it was half-past two
Like Ja gone Rule when I rain down murder
[Verse 3]
The barely on, see my eyes, burka
Worker, all I do is grind, might murk ya
Come up on the counter, bruh, I might serve ya
Up your mountains brah, I'm like sherpas
I made millions, all you MCs broke and jokes, you're all cats like Williams
I don't give a 'uck for ya clash , removed all the L's, that's cash, millions
[Verse 4]
I don't wanna act like children, fuck a rental, I said that's my building
That's my land, that's my block
Big Dwayne Johnson got packs of the Rock
I was back to the block, the moonlight, the creeper
I probably put a ball in a box, it's like Kieffer's
I'm waiting for the coins to drop, it's like features
I'm blinding, got the cash like lightning
[Verse 5]
420 family, ay, ay, ay
420 family, ay, ay, ay
420 family
Octagon, out now, ragh
[Verse 6]
Saw the signs in the field, Cranmer
Brah, I was in the ville, no danger
My soul might struggle to rebuild, I'm a cold type
Cold nights, I was on the pills like ravers
On my radar, I don't rate ya, I could caveman fire like caveman
Hoffman when he Ray-man, see ya later
Get the smoke, it's not vapor
[Verse 7]
Ragh, grey van, twenty eight grams, straight glam, had a spray tan, might date ya
But ya waist man, too big for ya waste man
Get a great man, daddy like Vader
Take a knee son, might take ya, eyes looks Japanese, Geisha
Might place online, gamer
While I'm racking the rack in up off the radar
[Verse 8]
If you got one, then I got ten
I'm a drop set, monster-Lochness
Said he top one, he ain't even top ten
Look, I spell it out for you
Cause you're a flop, give a F, no, L, you're the opp then
Wordplay, burnt J, when I crop sesh, got the fire in the pencil, hot lead
Got the fire in the brain, hot head
[Verse 9]
How sweet disposition like a temper trap, I bend ya back
And fuck it then I'll send it back
Collect the pack and get the stash
And then bounce with a hefty stack of that paper
You ain't better than this
You ain't better on a record, you're irrelevant spit
So up late like Letterman is
And my girl got faces and booties like Bella Hadid, jealous
[Verse 10]
Hard like render, in the future with the armor, Bender
Might get fried, one way flight to Jamaica
One eye on 'em like Leela
Did ya catch that? Did ya catch that?
Look brotha, I stay where the Herb be
Did ya catch that? Did ya catch that?
Fuck that, go back to the first beat, ragh
[Verse 11]
Black tracksuit, LV sneaker
Chilly got an appetite, he might eat ya
Chilly got an appetite he might eat ya
[Verse 12]
Paites gonna heat for the co-cocaine, it was straight O-G
It was 8.3 off a mate from Glebe
In a blacked out Benz or an AMG
Or a G63 G Wagon, I've never been lagging
The shunter shunter get the bag in
Body Bag since BodyBag toe tag it
Couple Gs, O-G might bag it
[Verse 13]
Smoke on reefer, you MCs want smoke, sheesha
Talk to the reaper, 2.1 and the blueberry I'm into eight like pizza
I can school ya, like teacher
Don't know jack, the fact I might reach ya
Make you feel like you popped three Xans
And a gram of that liquid G, me might sleep ya
[Verse 14]
I'm kicking it like Gracie, rock band, blow 'em a kiss just like chasey
Barbie in Malibu, Stacey
Heard ya girl want shots, don't chase me, brah
I'm like a poker machine, cause you hate me, still you wanna play me
You put all your time inside mine and now
Once your money is mine you wanna pay me, argh
[Verse 15]
I don't really care what your pop think
Popped in lock, pick it like a locksmith
Had a chill and a pill and a few lil' lines, now I gotta ill mind, Hopsin
I could smoke one, smoke you, roll up for the beef, tofu
Cocaine in a big fat sack, five balls and I saw five stars, Goku
[Verse 16]
Steden, on a ball tonight, I called up for the quarter price
Cause you're the type that fall for a sporty spice
And get roared if a all of you order ice and diamonds
And you hate cause you're forty-five
And bored of life, about to divorce your wife
And chill, chill is the one that your daughter like
That's why she fuck on a horny night
[Verse 17]
I'd hate me too brah, it's all good
420 fucking fam'
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Written by: Blake Turnell, Joseph Ellis-Stevenson, Malice Beats, Trooh Hippi