Troy Ave - Chillin lyrics

[Hook: x2] I'm just ridin on some chillin sh** With a bad little joint, feelin good and sh** And we've been drinkin so we kinda hit But I'm a smoke just a little bit [Verse 1: Troy Ave] Tink top on with my big chain Riding through my city numb bit a chief thang Money in my pockets sh** I'm getting checks Just got a text, ran my p**y wet 20 minutes later, hood bad and select She a bad little b**h but I don't eat up, never Go and get a bottle from the [?] Slow sippin if I'm trippin I'm a hit it raw Grand papers filled with the weed, smoke that Now I got the feeling that I need I'm feeling her and she feellin me, come on But feeling love's for the s**ers be We could f** if we both agree And if I spill enough, she gonn eat the peas, you do that I double up, for the mornin after And I'm a real n***a, double on tantrum [Hook: x2] I'm just ridin on some chillin sh** With a bad little joint, feelin good and sh** And we've been drinkin so we kinda hit But I'm a smoke just a little bit [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Still riding in the backseat, listenin to mac be Thousand dollar belt, buckle holdin up my cachis It ain't nothing, I ain't ballin, I'm just playing round Kinda wish my b**h stayed around Still runnin slow when I smoke a mind drough Still keep it low from the f**in 5o Still ain't got a penny for any of these hoes Still getting shows, still getting throwed Still let a b**h s** my dick while I'm on the mike Still call that hoe a fiend cause she on the pipe And then mom still tell me I ain't talkin right Still bring my homies with me when I'm on a flight I ain't chillin on the ave, shout to rally or smash Still chillin with some b**hes, watchin belly smokin hash For the oprah cash, we're f**in by the badge Till the spazz going fast, 120 on the dash Throw some rap, that ain't sh**, man that's easy to me It's funny cause it's money like Jesus to me How would be, my b**h japanese Shout to french montana still I'm mac with cheese [Hook: x2] I'm just ridin on some chillin sh** With a bad little joint, feelin good and sh** And we've been drinkin so we kinda hit But I'm a smoke just a little bit [Verse 3: Troy Ave] n***a, in the hood and I'm kinda heavy I just bought a 2 pack now the [?] Ideal, it's slick talk f**ed up birds First of the month gone by the 3rd yes sir If you don't hustle, then you won't relate Bricks in my backpack, n***as on it late Powder, it's all good, n***as only cake On my way about the hood, n***as show me hate I need that, believe that Fuel to my fire, fire up the weed at Alright, alright, pack loud than a motherf**er I'm ballin hard baby act [?] In the bare jays, and a pair of shades Got the club going crazy and I'm center stage Puttin on for my city, got a bunch of fly n***as And my real n***as with me [Hook: x2] I'm just ridin on some chillin sh** With a bad little joint, feelin good and sh** And we've been drinkin so we kinda hit But I'm a smoke just a little bit