Madsaint, Kitamerin - Chillin’ lyrics

Laid back relax like a playa
Laid back relax like a playa
Laid back relax like a playa
Laid back relax like a playa

Laid back and relax, like a playa
Hostage your homies, all they do is praya
Cool boy all the day
For the night I'm the slaya
I just got the key of the house
Cost a call to the mayor
Chillin' with your bitch
Might murder her later
Homies turn to foes even tho they
Know they need my favor
And they know they can't really play
Me cuz I'm a rule breaker
Baby I'm immortal but if you can
Please kill me as a favor

We do this like every day
Smokin' blunts in every way
Blow me a shotgun, my son
So I could be in a daze
Laid back in tha cut cause look
I don't give a fuck
Packin' second mini blunts
Chillin' with the indica

In the cut, they know what's up
They bleed and cough, the blades so sharp
I dig a grave for peasant fucks
Who come across my bloody mob
Ain't no regrets, no pit stops
You cross a line
I rip your heart
Out the chest, the jig is up
It's over for you cheesy cunts
Hoe went mad like Britney Spears
Come get your bitch, my clique is here
The sirens gettin loud and louder
Till we all get disappeared
Graveyard full of narcs and pigs
Shit that won't let people sleep
These frightened hoes won't
Leave their place
We chillin' with a heavy clip

Laid back relax like a playa
Laid back relax like a playa
Laid back relax like a playa
(Laid Back Relax Like aaaa)
Laid back relax like a- like a-
Like a- like a- like a-
Purple thang gold hammers
Gleamin as I see you pass