[Verse 1: ChillinIt]

Homegirl bought her a place

With her dad and she likes the spot

But that girl's got the jacks on her back

'Cause her old man still push keys like Microsoft

You raid tombs on Lara Croft

Pass the pot, pass parcels for larger drops

Said I'd never be the dude that your father was

But I bring fire to the booth like I'm Charlie Sloth

But I still go fuck while her man's asleep

She's got a package from Japan for me

Bitch even cut a gram for me

When her man's on a trip

She puts Drake on and strips just to dance for me

So I took her to the hoods like Hilltop

Fuckin' bitches with the fifties and the ziplock

Fist through the Gyprock just to stop hurting

You're pissed off, fightin', sorry I'm not perfect

Stop trying, I'm sorry I'm not worth it

All we ever do is collide and it's not workin'

Probably why I'm livin' my life and stay high all the time

When I'm out in the ride, the cops search it

I only fall for the ones that are fucked up

Ha, Captain Save-a-Hoe

Blakey knows that he never put hands on his bitch

But his bitch still try put the hands on the AVO

That's a low blow and below the belt

Wait, I don't mind, she can fuck me off

And tell her friends that I'm dead, I'm a dog in my head

And in the end, she invites me to bed still to suck me off

Probably why I never trust a thot

It's cold heart, she's Mozart the way that she brush me off

I get money, fuck the cops

I'm still bustin' a shot in the air for the love we lost

Check-check, soul's on a ride

Raised on my real, roll on my grind

Mull me a life and control of my spine

All backbone, 'cause she's getting rolled 'til I'm high

Back and forth, back and forth, that confuse you?

It's probably why I couldn't leave ya if I choose to

Had the bitch playing Biggie on the Bluetooth

Spinnin' on my dick like ballerinas in a tutu

[Chorus: ChillinIt]

You get whatever you want

You get whatever you need

Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed

Baby, come fuck with the team, ayy

You get whatever you want

You get whatever you need

Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed

Baby, come fuck with the team, Huskii

[Verse 2: Huskii]

I knew that I loved her the day that I seen her

All black nails in an all black Beamer

She gots the lien, I got lean on my sneakers

We eat them beans then we sleep 'til the evening

Her daddy say I die if I ever try leavin'

I still owe G's off P's from last season

I hope he don't know his daughter caught feelings

I fuck her, she screamin', choke her, no breathin'

I fuck her while The Weeknd playin'

I gotta catch the weekend plane

XO like a Weeknd chain

I'll be back in a week, don't be weak, just wait

I don't even need this weight

I come here just to see your face

I swear that we should leave this place

But your dad got connections to find me and leave me waste

I don't wanna love her, but I love her

I don't wanna fuck her, but she back under the covers

I feel like her daddy been talking to undercovers

He stitchin' me up, so I been doing a runner

I'll never see her again

I'm still having dreams in my head

Of them days on the farm when I needed a bed

And your dad took me in, gave me means to an end

I ran off on the plug, never see you again

[Chorus: ChillinIt]

You get whatever you want

You get whatever you need

Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed

Baby, come fuck with the team, ayy

You get whatever you want

You get whatever you need

Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed

Baby, come fuck with the team, ayy

You get whatever you want

You get whatever you need

Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed

Baby, come fuck with the team, ayy

You get whatever you want

You get whatever you need

Yves Saint Laurent, only the chronic is weed

Baby, come fuck with the team, Huskii

[Outro: ChillinIt]

You get whatever you want

You get whatever you need

You get whatever you want

You get whatever you need