CHILL TF OUT

[Intro]
"Is it like the hand of God?"
Goddamn, I woke up on an island surrounded by hot women, thanks GODHAND"
"If you don't listen to GODHAND, we don't fuck with you"

[Chorus: GONDA]
Everybody trippin', gotta' stay cool
Gotta' stay true, to the life I been livin'
Rollin' with the crew, in the 5-6-2
Blue Cadillac, rims spinnin' on it, too
Chill the fuck out
Chill the fuck out
I tell 'em, "chill the fuck out"
You gotta chill the fuck out
Ah, (Ah)
(Boom)

[Verse 1: GONDA]
Sun set in LA, the sky's beautiful
Palm trees, THC, that's indisputable
Pull up at In-N-Out, I need a double-double
GONDA and MONGO, yo' bitch call us 'double trouble'
(Boom)
Smoke shop sellin' fronto
Ain't no ID? Check for me, I need it pronto
Said he tryna' "cop a sack", ¿Donde y cuando?
White like a Bronco, my stick come with a bongo
Long day of work (Yeah)
Put my feet up on the couch, flat screen, LED TV, watching DVDs, we got no seeds, CBD, and the terpenes, shawty snortin' powder like it's bird feed
That ain't for me (Nah)
It make me feel lame
I can give you one, but I don't really fuck with pills, mane
Dro, all I need to go, right up through the ceiling
Everybody trippin', turn my phone off and chill, mane

[Chorus: GONDA]
Everybody trippin', gotta' stay cool
Gotta' stay true, to the life I been livin'
Rollin' with the crew, in the 5-6-2
Blue Cadillac, rims spinnin' on it too
Chill the fuck out
Chill the fuck out
I tell 'em, "chill the fuck out"
You gotta chill the fuck out
Ah, (Ah)

[Verse 2: MONGO]
If you know, where I'm from, you know the gang
Party in DC, crank the Jäg'
Homies on the block, hoes on the plate
Uncle on the rock, welcome to the game
Cross the bridge, with my bitch, but we finna' hit
Hate street, for the threads, after that is Twin Peaks
Smokin, we don't even need to speak
Tryna' find my peace with evil in the streets
I'm just tryna' chill, every damn day
Lemme know what's good, bro, I got gas fade
MONGO never been one, for the rat race
I like to sit down, savor how the pack tastes
Life is short, death is long
Can't count how my times I played my favorite song
(Aye)
Need to chill?
Ain't nothin' wrong
Don't know how many times you'll get to sing along

[Chorus: GONDA]
Everybody trippin', gotta' stay cool
Gotta' stay true, to the life I been livin'
Rollin' with the crew, in the 5-6-2
Blue Cadillac, rims spinnin' on it too
Chill the fuck out
Chill the fuck out
I tell 'em, "chill the fuck out"
You gotta chill the fuck out
Ah, (Ah)