Chillin 'N' Billin - Nu Brand Flexxx, Darq E Freaker, Boyadee

Chillin', Billin' Chillin', Billin'

Chillin', Billin', I’m chilling like a villain (and I’m)

Chillin', Billin' Chillin', Billin'

Chillin', Billin', getting higher than a muthafucka

Roll one up, I roll one too

If you roll with me, then I roll with you

If your crew roll up, then they can roll through

But I guarantee that we be getting higher than a muthafucka

Flyer than an aeroplane

Higher than an aeroplane

Blowing weed around you town

Hashtag hurricane

Thai green for the pot

I ain’t talking curry man

I keep these bitches on their toes

Cherubim and seraphim

Im burning trees forest fire

Im jeremiah im not a liar

My bitch is finer my clothes designer

Got the game in a headlock scott stiener

Im rolling ten pin head joints

Call it bowling

Strike it with a match or light it

With a lighter

Yeh we roll it maynn

The wave im on is deja, vu or ground hog day

My life feel like im gardening with naughty female canines

Uhh bad bitches and weed

Kissing mary jane till my eyeballs bleed

Smoking zoobies down till my lip get blick

Back to the garden no twigs no seeds

Im loosing my momentum like a rolling stone

Guarantee that when u see me ill be rolling stoned

My mick jagger is cold

And your bitch swagger is old

And my niggas got that magazine it ain’t rolling stone

Chillin', Billin' Chillin', Billin'

Chillin', Billin', I’m chilling like a villain (and I’m)

Chillin', Billin' Chillin', Billin'

Chillin', Billin', getting higher than a muthafucka

Roll one up, I roll one too

If you roll with me, then I roll with you

If your crew roll up, then they can roll through

But I guarantee that we be getting higher than a muthafucka

We go lights camera action on it bitch

Let me set the scene

A bunch of empty liquor bottles

And a bag of green

A bunch of fly muthafuckaz

So fresh and so clean

Hot box roll it up we blowing of some steam

All my senioritas look like ones you see in magazine

And we keep it g like h i j k l m n o p

Getting blown

Smoke it till its roach

Now your comatose

You’ll never play with green again like the england coach

Im in my own box screamin deal or no deal

Trusay i been on my own wave from breakfast nigga oatmeal

Rappers talking but its oh so boring

I dont fucking wanna hear your life story fool i ain’t piers morgan

'Cause I’m about my loot, like a bag of stolen goods

I grow my food, and when I roll I’m only back strapping my zoots

I always two’s, we so fuckin' kool make a hater have to leave the room

Flipping flow’s that are more incredible than Bruce Banner

Chillin', Billin' Chillin', Billin'

Chillin', Billin', I’m chilling like a villain (and I’m)

Chillin', Billin' Chillin', Billin'

Chillin', Billin', getting higher than a muthafucka

Roll one up, I roll one too

If you roll with me, then I roll with you

If your crew roll up, then they can roll through

But I guarantee that we be getting higher than a muthafucka