[Intro: Troy Ave]
This that feel good right here (Holiday season)
You had a long day at work, you got off
Just got some money, it's Friday, you got paid
It's that weekend music, you know what I mean?
The weekend shit
(Holiday season) Uh, alright, alright (Aight)
[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Uh, I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit
With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit (Shit)
And we've been drinkin', so we kinda hit
But I'ma smoke just a little bit
I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit
With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit
And we've been drinkin', so we kinda hit (Uh, hit)
But I'ma smoke just a little bit
[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
Tank top on with my big chain
Ridin' through my city, nuttin' but a G thang (Vroom)
Money in my pockets, shit, I'm gettin' checks (Checks)
Just got a text, read, "My pussy wet" (Ow)
Twenty minutes later, pull up at her store (What up, baby?)
She a bad little bitch, but I don't endure (Never)
Go and get a bottle from the store (Alright, alright)
Slow sippin', if I'm trippin', I'ma hit it raw (Nah)
Grand papers filled with the weed, smoke that
Now I got the fillings that I need
I'm feelin' her and she feellin' me (Come on)
But feelin' love's for the suckers, B (Powder)
We could fuck if we both agree
And if I spill a nut, she gon' eat the peas (You do that)
I double L for the mornin' after
And I'm a real nigga, double entendre
[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Uh, I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit
With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit
And we've been drinkin', so we kinda hit
But I'ma smoke just a little bit
I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit
With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit
And we've been drinkin', so we kinda hit ('Bout it)
But I'ma smoke just a little bit
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Still ridin' in the backseat, listenin' to Max B
Thousand-dollar belt buckle holdin' up my khakis
It ain't nothin', I ain't ballin', I'm just playin' 'round
Kinda wish my bitch stayed around
Still ride slow when I'm smokin' my dro
Still keep it low from the fuckin' Five-O
Still ain't got a penny for any of these hoes
Still gettin' chose, still gettin' throat
Still let a bitch suck my dick while I'm on the mic
Still call that ho a fiend 'cause she on the pipe
And my mom still tell me I ain't talkin' right
Still bring my homies with me when I'm on a flight
I ain't sellin' on the Ave., shout to rellyOnSMASH
Still chillin' with some bitches, watchin' Belly, smokin' hash
For the Oprah cash, give a fuck about a badge
Still a spaz, goin' fast, hundred-twenty on the dash
Know some raps, that ain't shit, man, that's easy to me
It's funny 'cause it's money like Jesus to me
How it be, my bitch Japanese
Shout to French Montana, still I'm mac with cheese
[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Uh, I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit (On some chillin' shit)
With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit (I'm feelin' good and shit)
And we've been drinkin', so we kinda hit (Uh-huh, hit)
But I'ma smoke just a little bit (Clap, clap, clap)
I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit (Hey)
With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit (Hey)
And we've been drinkin', so we kinda hit (Clap, clap)
But I'ma smoke just a little bit
[Verse 3: Troy Ave]
Nigga, in the hood and I'm kinda heavy (For real)
I just bought a two-pack, not a Makaveli
I deal and slick talk for a couple birds
First of the month, gone by the third (Yessir)
If you don't hustle, then you won't relate
Bricks in my backpack, niggas on it late (Powder)
It sold good [?] cake
On my way up out the hood, niggas show me hate
I need that, believe that (Come on)
Fuel to my fire, fire up the weed (Alright, alright)
Pack loud than a motherfucker (Loud)
I'm ballin' hard, baby, [?]
In the big J's, and a pair of shades
Got the club goin' crazy and I'm center stage (Hey)
Puttin' on for my city
Got a bunch of fly bitches and my real niggas with me
[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Uh, I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit
With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit
And we've been drinkin', so we kinda hit (Uh-huh, hit)
But I'ma smoke just a little bit (Clap, clap, clap)
I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit (Hey)
With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit (Hey)
And we've been drinkin', so we kinda hit (Clap, clap)
But I'ma smoke just a little bit
[Outro: Troy Ave]
I'ma smoke just a little bit, I'ma smoke just a little bit
I'ma smoke just a little bit
Money-makin' Mac, let me get a hit
'Cause I'ma smoke just a little bit, and I'ma smoke just a little bit
I'ma smoke just a little bit
I'm sellin' powder, nigga, get a sniff
What the fuck is up? Shit
