I ain’t no chill guy I just smoking on these frites And I’m listening to all these lies They know that I’m wise But Even myself I despise I seen them thies They wiggle on both sides She tryna be my bride Then let’s rise I hate to see you cry You want me to be a chill guy I got sum in the pot Smoking on pot Bouta hit a plot What you thought You just a thot And when I bounce back She’ll bounce back that ass No rest Be the best Pounding on my chest King Kong ain’t got shit on my Oh shit I’m hittin almelody That’s a felony I’m feeling all this energy It’s boutha get the best of me Dont bring around your frienemie Cause they might suck energy