Chillin

[Intro]
Real trap shit, bitch (bop, bop, huh)
Lil Cal back again
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop (yeah)
Ah (okay, yeah)

[Verse]
All of these girls want my number
So they could spam all they like
Laughing at haters like "Ha"
Now I'm the star that can shine
I'm a real lucky ass freshman, I get to the work then I try to get hype
I got the notices, I know the focus is getting that paper in life

She said that she's busy, but I don't have patience
And I need a baddie to find
I need me a girl who'd give me the world
And tries to relate to my mind, ayy

Me and my boys going places, you obviously hating
We doin' it right
Like most of the gen, the milk I defend
Like Daddy, bitch I'm out of sight, ayy

But I just be chilling, on God (Real trap shit, bitch)
I just be chilling, on God, ayy
But I just be chilling, on God
I just be chilling, on God, ayy
I just be chilling, on God
I just be chilling, on God, ayy
I just be chilling, on God, ayy
I just be chilling, on God, ayy

[Outro]
Real trap shit, bitch (bop, bop, huh)
Lil Cal back again
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop (yeah)
Ah (okay, yeah)
All of these girls-