Cashed Out Stoner

By Chillinit

On Family Ties

Released on November 11, 2021

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[Intro: Chillinit]

Broke down whip back in 2-19, this year got a blacked out Rover

Tickets sold out, ten thousand in fact, do maths I'm a cashed out stoner

But don't fuss, girl got the body-ody like Russ

But don't fuss, girl got the body-ody like Russ

Family First to the grave with a big fat J all day

You can smell my aroma like


[Verse 1: Chillinit]

One time, Imma' crank that

One time my boy be a soldier

That's water, I'm off tap

But blue with the flow when that boy going's colder

That's eagle eye when I'm raving

A blacked out Falcon, avoid these vultures

Why these MC's going Cardi B?

Yeah she got an abortion, and killed my culture

Bar for bar, you don't gеt that

Bruddah yeah I run the bar, the flow? Flippеd that

Bruddah yeah I run the bar, it's Moe Szyslak

So please get that, so please test that

Still sun-kissed with the coke on a jet-ski

Money comes in through the mountain like dew

I make it seven up to the max like Pepsi

Please test me

I still got brothers that break in like Brocken

I make me a hundred, instead we all hunters

On one little face but the lyrics are popped

You're still what you're not

Yeah brother, I'm rich as a bitch, I got ladies that strip on the spot

Enter your city and pick up your biddy

And drive your Mercedes and whip on your block

Yeah look what I got, look what you're not, what?

Ball out cause the week day pay slow

21 babes inside a black Range

Sometimes I go Drake on a Jhené Aiko

Fuck the woman that she say they know

A-O-C-E-O; Jeff Bezo

Run the amazon, the buds from Babylon

When the eyes real low, yeah the weed get fuego'd (Shee)

Please sever the letter and then test on a mic

Come get it my brother, I been fresh for the vibe

In groups I move weight, that's F45

Please slide, please try

Bend your back and then bend off a line

If your face is 2 but your waist is a 5

I'll make you suck dick till I make you a 9

Why? [?]

You're the girl like rough when I fuck

I beat the back up, put the ass in a stretcher

Make her left right, put mics on a bender

Peng girl, where your friends are? Come 'round for the bender

Give a fuck 'bout your man

I'll Snapchat the dog and make your bae watch, go Carmen Electra

I'll test ya, yeah me and my dogs, ladies and tramps

I got some bitches I take on a flight and you all know that we fuck 'fore the plane even land

Blakey the man, don't understand

Damn, ruined your chance, boy won't last long

Roll up with the import kush

That's two in the gram then whoosh through the glass bong

This good shit 'til the old boy pass on

Wheel on road, when I cycle I flow

That's Tour De France and I go Lance Armstrong

Oargh, that's dope

Scrub MC's, I don't need soap

Fresh so clean, OutKast steez

Three days deep, I don't use coke, jokes

Bruddah on the tune go looney

Tha-th-tha-th-tha-that's all folks!

Yeah jokes get [?] please, call the crew come do me

Daht-d-daht-d-daht, you all get smoked like

Oargh

One V ten of 'em

Better than late night show, not Letterman

All you cunts use too many drugs

Looking slim, not shady, bruv you not Eminem

Many men, ma-ma-ma-ma-many men

Wish death on me, wanna test on me

Tell 'em I got the sesh on me

Ma-ma-many men, ma-ma-many men

Ma-ma-many men, ma-ma-many men

Wish death on me, wanna test on me

Tell 'em I got the sesh on me like

Oargh


[Chorus: Chillinit]

Had a broke down whip back 2-19, this year got a blacked out Rover

Tickets sold out, ten thousand in fact, do maths I'm a cashed out stoner

But don't fuss, girl got the body-ody like Russ

Family First to the grave with a big fat J all day

You can smell my, smell my, smell my, smell my-


[Verse 2: Izzie Gibbs]

That's not greatness, that's clout

For the fakers and doubt

I just cashed out

All them times I was sad, wow look at man now

Look, there's a man

No no-no, look over there, man down

I need bands, get ran down

Rounded, it's all hand outs

I'm the black Elon in the foreign with a Eon

My life too live, eon

Grind, I slide, for brioche

In my sights on the tower in the sky, no monk put me on

Power in my mind and my bag with a G on

I shine, neon

She shying me off, I'm not tired

That's bad man, savage

You love talking big, brother it's gassing

I was just a kid, my niggas said "That's a [?]"

How many is you been slanging? Now, oh nah you got a rack in

I've seen your mum, you should know where her bag is

I was up for a set, got my mum out of debt

You're up and ain't done nothing but bragging

Wake up, hella racks in my mouth

Can't buy what you're trying to sell

These rappers in line for girls, you see me inspire the world

Won't hear a cry in the field

She always comes before me, I'm kinda jel

Then I fly right to her cell

You know me, I fly right off the scales

I got no chill in it, chilling with ChillinIt

Mind your business, bitch I'm billing it

Winning, I'm winning it

On my life, winning shit, getting it

They see me and get adrenaline

Said he's a G but I see the felon in

I'm ahead, somewhere you're never in

She suck my dick 'til it's got no melanin


[Chorus: Chillinit]

Had a broke down whip back 2-19, this year got a blacked out Rover

Tickets sold out, ten thousand in fact, do maths I'm a cashed out stoner

But don't fuss, girl got the body-ody like Russ

Family First to the grave with a big fat J all day

You can smell my, smell my, smell my, smell my-