Road Rage (Part 2)

By Chillinit

Released on March 12, 2019

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[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