Chill Side
This beat hot as hell, wad' up Premo?
Hmm, Premo beats on the check
This bitch, fun man, oh this is ghetto boy shit (oh)
Ahh
I just poured a pint of Wock, in a two-liter
I just pulled up to the hood, with two heaters
Cartier glasses on lookin' like a school teacher
I just made 17 racks off two features, woo!
We was in a hole, ten racks, ten of four, What they hittin' for?
That Trish shit tastes like alcohol, I'll sip it though
I just got ten 'bows of bullshit, I'ma flip it though
Two Audemars Piguet's on my wrist right now
Jumpin' off the lodge in a Scat, at the white house
I don't pay them bums no attention, they gon' die out
Got some Za bows, but they wet, they gotta dry out
I just smoked a whole zip with my high ass
Ridin through the hood in a 550 I can't drive fast
I just put a switch on a glick, you could die fast
Big four nick on my hip, why would I lack?
Bro just sold a dog for ten racks, it was lilac
I'm so high you lookin' for me, look at where the sky at
Hunnid K in jewelry on in the hood where they die at
But they know how I get active with that bitch so they don't try that
Ask 'em if they ever shot at us and we ain't fire back
Ask 'em if they cooked one of us and they ain't die back
Lil' bro just got his car shot up, now it's white and black
And he out on bond for a blick, he still ridin' with that
Okay, you know your man's told, you fine with that?
At the studio on Southfield and 12, where you find me at
Lil' bro just popped his man's, with his slimy ass
I can never go broke 'cause my son be saying "buy me that"
So what the fuck I look like, going broke?
I hope you know, I just dumped an eight, before I poured this four
I live so far away from the hood I don't gotta close the door
My auntie was my biggest motivation and she smoked dope
I just stomped another brick, now my toe broke
Get a hundred pounds of weed now the slab got a slow roll
He thought he just bought some clean act, it was ro-ro
I could bring drinkin' green lean back, but I don't want to though
Hate being around broke niggas, it's uncomfortable
He got caught with a small amount of dope but it was chargeable (hmm)
Mike said he got more money than me and it was arguable
Hmm, Premo beats on the check
This bitch, fun man, oh this is ghetto boy shit (oh)
Ahh
I just poured a pint of Wock, in a two-liter
I just pulled up to the hood, with two heaters
Cartier glasses on lookin' like a school teacher
I just made 17 racks off two features, woo!
We was in a hole, ten racks, ten of four, What they hittin' for?
That Trish shit tastes like alcohol, I'll sip it though
I just got ten 'bows of bullshit, I'ma flip it though
Two Audemars Piguet's on my wrist right now
Jumpin' off the lodge in a Scat, at the white house
I don't pay them bums no attention, they gon' die out
Got some Za bows, but they wet, they gotta dry out
I just smoked a whole zip with my high ass
Ridin through the hood in a 550 I can't drive fast
I just put a switch on a glick, you could die fast
Big four nick on my hip, why would I lack?
Bro just sold a dog for ten racks, it was lilac
I'm so high you lookin' for me, look at where the sky at
Hunnid K in jewelry on in the hood where they die at
But they know how I get active with that bitch so they don't try that
Ask 'em if they ever shot at us and we ain't fire back
Ask 'em if they cooked one of us and they ain't die back
Lil' bro just got his car shot up, now it's white and black
And he out on bond for a blick, he still ridin' with that
Okay, you know your man's told, you fine with that?
At the studio on Southfield and 12, where you find me at
Lil' bro just popped his man's, with his slimy ass
I can never go broke 'cause my son be saying "buy me that"
So what the fuck I look like, going broke?
I hope you know, I just dumped an eight, before I poured this four
I live so far away from the hood I don't gotta close the door
My auntie was my biggest motivation and she smoked dope
I just stomped another brick, now my toe broke
Get a hundred pounds of weed now the slab got a slow roll
He thought he just bought some clean act, it was ro-ro
I could bring drinkin' green lean back, but I don't want to though
Hate being around broke niggas, it's uncomfortable
He got caught with a small amount of dope but it was chargeable (hmm)
Mike said he got more money than me and it was arguable
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Writer(s): Dante Primo, Damario Mccullough
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