In My Chillin

8 piece
With the grape drink
On the side it's
Fried hard with the muthafucking fries, bitch

(Aye, did the J-Kwon vocals come in yet, bruh?)

JD, do you loves me?
Are you riding?
That Suzuki love, ain't doing no motorcycling
I'm like, "Hol' up"
Need some roll up
Like I'm big worm pull up in the ice cream
Go to my ends
Where it begins
Get a signal like the wifi get you louding
'Fore you slide in
I'm a fat kid
Throw the cake and licky lick off all the icing

I gotta change
I got a chain
Diamonds very Venus VVS
Tennis necklace stank
And they dance like Tina Turner
Heard my name been ringing a bell
Made it sing like Patti LaBelle
Lose her voice like shawty Adele
She want that computer love
I said, 'Bitch, go get you a Dell'
I'm a MAC, I'm a pro
In Wisconsin, I'm at the Dells
She feel like she Earnhardt
Crashing out
I'm feeling like Dale
All we do is burn spark
Conversations turn into dust

Trap Money Smino (Hello)
I buy you Valentino
Pop you like some Pringles
Deeper than a sea, guhl
Flew in like a seagull
Once you get a Mike, can't never fuck a Tito

Do you love Smi?
Is you riding?
Used to being alone
Can I borrow some time and
Come and find me
Northside and
'Cause I move that 'caine like he Ron, no Isley
No advising
Ain't no guiding
Gotta get it
And it's only 'bout providing