Chillin

[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