Rap Zombie - Chillinit

Everything I own in a box to the left

I don’t mean no Beyonce jams

But I roll me a jay and pop me a Z to the death

I ain’t talking Beyonce’s man

That bitch said put a ring on it, she sings on it

Kinda like Beyonce fams, but I ain’t drop no singles lately

Because I’m too deep, messing with the single ladies

I got dreams of a jet black Chrysler, inside colours of a red back spider

Start of 2018 with a 5 stack, get it heavy, get it 10 racks higher

I feel like the shit, Ronaldo brother, I’m real like Madrid

Get Messi like Lionel, spin on your vinyl

Wax, I cut facts

I’m DJ Khaled, I’m the best

Steve Waugh in the slips, still Shane Warne with a bitch

Still raw with the spit, still spin words on a pitch

Still hit verses for 6, try catch this

Bust raps with a recipe like Crusty Crab

The stars under the rock like Patrick

And the bar straight over your head

So I spit this olympic flow, it’s gymnastic

Your bars like the lips and tits of Kim, Kylie and Kris

Legit, they all plastic

Said he raps good, but he rap shit

Brother looking like an MC Catfish

Can’t be stopped, can’t be dropped

Roy Jones, I’m the carbon copy

Hard to stop, the juggernaut packs a punch

The kill streaks, run around like a Nazi zombie

Do you feel me man?

You don’t know 'bout the shit that I go through

Drop bars, like a spirit bomb

It’s a numbers game like Sudoku

But I still got the dragon balls

Rap be raw, like a sushi train this ain’t tofu

Nah, I don’t get mad at all

Bag the ball at my side chicks house that I go to

Sesh for an hour, sesh at her place, then sex in the shower

She’s off her face from sessions of powder

Still got a face, like Jessica Alba

Life’s good, when you fuck good, I bet only my reals one know that

Bad bitch with a king kong joint rolled, I bet only my real ones smoke that

Life’s good, when you fuck good, I bet only my reals one know that

Bad bitch with a king kong joint rolled, I bet only my real ones smoke that

Still get money bust flows, still get money fuck hoes

Still stay wide and around, with the zip in the back seat

Still get money, puff smoke

Switch flows, ay

Best with the homes

Rocky Balboa, Sylvester Stallone

All I really need is one take one breath

I hit it with one spray, we fresh as cologne

All of my homies act like they don’t know me

They’re phoney, so I’m never checking my phone

All of my homies act like they don’t know me

They’re phoney, it’s better they left me alone

I’m blowing up like land mine

Damn girl, giving me the dutch right now

ECB to the 420

Body Bag Media, where the cones right now?