[Verse 1]
You're a shook one, you're a Mobb Deep
You only ever been cooked halfway
Yeah, I cook one, then I pop three
I was touching the sky like Kanye
I got good bud, I got strong weed
But that comes from a place that I can't say
You know me, low-key OG
With a different last name, I got
Weed in quarters and streets in order
I got a freak little ting like Rita Ora
But the old man post the Pope with OGs
So I see signora for cheaper order
I got dreams of the beach and water
I got a house on the hill where I feed my daughter
In the lay-low six with a J-Lo chick
Start me a band if I breach the border
Young thug with the triple X
I hit the sesh, then smoke on purp in a ski mask
Fuck love, brah, I'm Trippie Redd
I hit the legs, then pump 6ix9ine to the three bar
Suicide boy got ghost mane in the propane
I'm in love with the cocaine
I'm in love with the cocaine
I got hoes like a Mo Bamba, smoke rasta, argh
Had my old shit shit on repeat
Was underrated in 420 Queen Street
Wish you well when I'm up and away
I got energy and whatever you need, can't beat me
'Til I get the success one day
ChillinIT knew that he would suck less one day
Now I get sucked off on the runway
'Cause the hostess knows One Breath, One Take
[Interlude]
Fuckin' oath, free my bro Huskii
201, 420 fuckin' fam
Check it
[Verse 2]
I was down at Bondi with a hot nine in a Hyundai
Getting bong high, from the chron 9
Got time and I drop rhymes
And I watch if the cops slide and the ops ride
And they're never gonna stop mine
Bredda, on a level, I feel redder than a stop sign
Japanese chick with the plants like Bonsai
Ahh, only met once, but it's long time
Heat it up on a plate like hot nine
Take your pic, son, get a Kodak
Let me rewind that from the four-shot
Had a big one, I got a coke bag
Now I got teeth grindin', the jaw lock
Yeah, I fall out, I never fall off
Was on call 'til my job got called off
Nowadays there be top gun crims
With a shotgun clipped to knock my front door off
Tell me what you're all pissed off with, why?
'Cause I really do this boss shit, sigh
Chillin come and killed your mosh pit, die
Let me alarm, yeah, I'm clocked in
Uck ya beef, I don't do no op shit
And I swear, hands down
No man who focused on the ops ever killed it and got rich
Real talk, that's nonsense
I got a devilish impact, the memories kicked back
My bars hit hard, make your skeleton flip back
I burn all my sticks, lad, you emcees wanna test me
Test me, you're a hell of a mismatch
Irrelevant diss rap, forever gon' miss, lad
I spray bars at a show then I spit raps
I got the ganja, tell 'em a big bag of A-grade
I can make a bitch do the nae-nae, millions
Pharrell like Williams
Ray-J girl been wobble like Williams
Schemes that could take you to Venus, Williams
That's why I rock these J's like Williams
High like hydro
You wanna charge me, like white rhinos
Amazon Kush 'til my eyes low
So five-oh, got the I's on my iPhone
Skrrrt, skirts and a crop-top
We re-rocked in the box like hopscotch
That's Pringles, yeah, I popped off
Cops came to my Pop's with a knock-knock
Pop said, "Oi, fuck off
He ain't been 'round here, so fuck off
Is he under arrest? That's a no? Fuck off"
I ain't missing no ear
But it's real, real clear I came here to chop, chop
And I got no soul
But I'm smoking the bowl out the front of the cop shop
Put it all online
Piggies, come get me, it's all online
Quit flopping, and you don't got warrants
And also, I don't really got no time
And the whole scene's mine, it's not yours
Still got white bags in my top drawer
Coke on a iPad on the top floor
Penthouse sweet, still got locked jaw
Score, pause
Yeah, the whole world calls me a junkie
But I think the whole world is shit
My life is a bitch, you could die by it, trust me
If you don't love me, argh, fuck 'em
If she got a big back, fuck 'em
If she's calling the jacks, duck 'em
Yeah, I come with the sack, I puff it, love it
One point two grams, brah
I kick back like a Kung-Fu Panda
Give me credit, this ain't the movies
Big screens, fuck your plans, nah
[Outro]
Ahh, fuck off, 420 fuckin' fam
I love everyone single one of you cunts down under
If you know, you know, motherfucker
Big up, JDZ
Road Rage (Part 2) was written by Chillinit.
Road Rage (Part 2) was produced by Trooh Hippi.
Chillinit released Road Rage (Part 2) on Tue Mar 12 2019.