Biggest Chilla

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
We put that shit in the back of a jitney

We got that shit for the feens
We outside sellin' things
You know Lil Dior he get to the money
Run up your pockets, don't try to be funny

I make you clap on your bitch
She cheatin' on you, you a dummy
Dior got lost in the sauce, you can't find me
Pull and slime me a nigga, Lil Dior he slimy

Stupid lil' bitch wanna fuck me
She takin' shots in the backseat
Junkie lil' bitch, breakin' her back for some weed
Breakin' her back for some lean

Watch how you walkin', better not spill my drinks
You sleepin', better not drop the blunt
I got them guards, call me President Trump
Smokin' legally, my shit got runts

Told them no beef, now they takin' I'm vegan
Think what you think, let bitch, you could keep guessing
When you in your hood, driving around like we Tourist
I got the power, lil' bitch call me Fortis

Hit from the back, she callin' me papi, not daddy
We smokin' law, fuck a bobit
We do that shit all the town
Skinny ass nigga, but he movin' pounds

Shakin' my dreads, dandruff it flyin' around
Dirty ass dreads, I got your bitch, comb it out
No I can't drop you at work
No I can't pick you from work

She got some fat lips, I told her put it to work
I got your bitch freakin' out
I got your bitch shakin' ass
I got your bitch suckin' dick

Wide body, I got her room in the backseat
She wanna fuck in the whip
Not a gangsta, but I'm for sure not a bitch
We the chillers, we not gangstas

We the vibers, we not steppers
We some chillers, we the chillers
We not gangstas, we not steppers
Gang members or nothin' like that

We just some young niggas chillin
We do shit peacefully and quietly
We ain't beefin' with no niggas
No nothin' like that

We just be chillin' type shit
Fuckin' bitches gettin' money
We do have our life
You know we be doin' our lil' shit

We stay out the mix too