Chill

[Intro]
(You're gonna end up dead too)

[Chorus]
I think she the one (One, one)
She countin' my racks, she rollin' my blunt
Get what you want (Want, want)
Drip, only thing tear is the Denim, whatever you want (Want, want)
Trips, Louis, Chanel, Fendi, whatever you want (Want, want)
Hit up a friend, we flyin' 'em in, yeah, I'm tryna stunt

[Verse]
I'm tryna stunt on this bitch
See the grip that I got, see, it came with a kick
I make her cum when I hit
She doin' that thing with her lips
Now you gang, you ain't makin' no sounds
Like the 'za when we breakin' it down
Off the 'za, I be breakin' her back
If you a smooch, then I can't get attached
Got you hittin' my phone when I'm all in the field
I'm a demon, don't know how to feel
Heard you was creepin', was low on the hill
If you love me, let's go on a drill
When we fuckin', you know that it's real
I'm on your body, but I gotta chill (I gotta chill, I gotta chill)
I'm on your body, but I gotta chill (Chill, chill, chill, chill)
Iced out, frozen (Chill, chill, chill, chill)
Strike a pose and (Chill, chill, chill, chill)
Oh, she chosen? (Chill, chill, chill, chill)
My heart frozen

[Chorus]
I think she the one (One, one)
She countin' my racks, she rollin' my blunt
Get what you want (Want, want)
Drip, only thing tear is the Denim, whatever you want (Want, want)
Trips, Louis, Chanel, Fendi, whatever you want (Want, want)
Hit up a friend, we flyin' 'em in, yeah, I'm tryna stunt