[Intro]
I'm chillin' with my—, uh
Chillin' with my feet up, oh, nina, oh
Oh, mmm, uh
Ha, smokin' Cookie Crisp (Smokin' Cookie Crisp)
Smokin' Cookie Crisp (Smokin' Cookie Crisp), stupid bitch
Smokin' Cookie Crisp (Smokin' Cookie Crisp)
Huh

[Chorus]
Chillin' with my feet up
Heard she wanna kick it, come here Mrs. FIFA
I'ma fuck her good and give her jungle fever (Uh, hey)
Ayy, she gon' do the white like Justin Bieber
But I'ma pour up Actavis like Justin Bieber (Uh, huh, hey)
Chilling in my ride with my heater (Uh, huh, hey)
'Cause n***as, they be hating for no reason (Uh, hey)
'Cause every season money makin' season
And the broke n***as still havin' cold, cold winters

[Verse 1]
Oh, oh
My life been a wild ride
You try me, then you gon' die
My killers come from the east side
It's what you fail to realize
The fake homies can't save you from the real guys
And we ain't servin' no time for our crimes
It's 'cause the whole world mine, it's all mine
So if you get out of line, you gettin' flat lined
Ridin' round LA with mines, throwing up gang signs
In my crib, I keep a stash, a couple Glock 9's
And a bag of pills, 'cause we livin' in high tide (Uh, uh)
[Chorus]
Chillin' with my feet up
Heard she wanna kick it, come here Mrs. FIFA
I'ma fuck her good and give her jungle fever (Uh, hey)
Ayy, she gon' do the white like Justin Bieber
But I'ma pour up Actavis like Justin Bieber (Uh, huh, hey)
Chilling in my ride with my heater (Uh, huh, hey)
'Cause n***as, they be hating for no reason (Uh, hey)
'Cause every season money makin' season
And the broke n***as still havin' cold, cold winters

[Verse 2]
Dope smoke, pills pop, guns tote
P-T-S-D is real, no joke
A-S-A-P, need pills, pronto
Perc's secured, I'm finna splurge
If I got enough pills, I'ma start up a purge
Huh, yeah, yee-haw cowboy, we gone
A-215 have me dreaming
Can't feel no pain, I mean it
I'm out of my brain, it's scenic
This shit you never seen, bitch, I seen it, I mean it
Pills holding me down, hurtin' me out
Now I'm on top, I'm in the clouds
Still have my demons all around, day to day I'm slayin them down
Numbing the pain with the drugs and sex
Fucking that bitch so good like wow
Just like how? I don't know how
I think about Perc' 30s and smile
Since I got some money now, I'm known to throw a couple things
I throw hands, I throw bands
Won't throw in the towel
And I don't throw shade
I'm throwin' them shells if I need it
I'ma throw your heart, bae, I mean it
I'm getting high like Bonaparte
No checking lanes, I'm speedin'
[Chorus]
Chillin' with my feet up
Heard she wanna kick it, come here Mrs. FIFA
I'ma fuck her good and give her jungle fever (Uh, hey)
Ayy, she gon' do the white like Justin Bieber
But I'ma pour up Actavis like Justin Bieber (Uh, huh, hey)
Chilling in my ride with my heater (Uh, huh, hey)
'Cause n***as, they be hating for no reason (Uh, hey)
'Cause every season money makin' season
And the broke n***as still havin' cold, cold winters