Chillin' (feat. Black Spade)

Chilling with the gang the fam
You talk BS chopper gon spray
It gon bang, lyrical uzzi
Chilling with the with the fam
Real life stars take a snap no chat
Chilling with the gang with gang
Chilling with the gang with gang

Test my boys and seey teue colors... I am kidding
But real life fact don't ever piss me
If you coming with the snake shit
You can miss me
I need an ice out chain Elliot no Missy
Gang gang fire we gon burn down the place
Tear the place aparts issa mosh
If you hate me swallow a cock
Oh boy I got hard like a rock
Strung out like a guitar no rock
I can't even walk
Nigga catch me with the bros
When running in the booth
Making hits and the moves
Niggas keep fuckin delaying
Stu time mafucker i won't be late
Even if i have to leave ya hanging
I got no bitch to be fuckin bending
Niggas keep on talking
This bitches can't stop flipping
223 heading to the stu
808 i juh lost my cool
YBL thas not a crew
I show up with a clique
You get lonely catch us on a clip
Thas a fam and a label
Wait till we pull up in a maybach

Chilling with the gang the fam
You talk BS chopper gon spray
It gon bang, lyrical uzzi
Chilling with the with the fam
Real life stars take a snap no chat
Chilling with the gang with gang
Chilling with the gang with gang



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Writer(s): Mosa Kgobe
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