Letra Chill Joey Trap

Chill

(R-R-Ralph, what you doin'?)

Huh, she just like my pockets, I'm rockin' timeless, chill
She's so damn divine, I call her the finest, chill
I told her to poke it out, woah, this [round][?] like, yeah
My pockets on go, my shooters on go, bitch, yeah
She keep on textin' my phone, I told her to chill
Every time I pour me more, I pour up for the seal
Hop out the motherfuckin' Benz, nigga, real

I'm timeless, yeah
You can go time that, yeah
Told her rewind that, yeah
Huh, tap out, yeah
She finna tap out, yeah
Huh, trap house, yeah
We in the trap house, yeah
[?] win, no assist
Nigga gon' throw me the brick
They tried to push with the .9
I told her, "Bae, I don't miss" (Yeah)
She told me she love my face
Told the bitch, "Give me your face"
Hop out, but this not a race
Spaceship, way outer space

Huh, she just like my pockets, I'm rockin' timeless, chill
She's so damn divine, I call her the finest, chill
I told her to poke it out, woah, this [round][?] like, yeah
My pockets on go, my shooters on go, bitch, yeah
She keep on textin' my phone, I told her to chill
Every time I pour me more, I pour up for the seal
She lookin' me right in my eyes, bae, tell me you real
Until you ain't scarified, don't know how this feels

Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up
I pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up