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[Refrain: Izaya Tiji]
In that Cullinan, hell yeah chillin', we kickin' with Kan too
Yeah, blowin' up these n*ggas, they stupid, n*gga they pillows
Hop in that Rolls, yeah, a young n*gga talkin' bout Rillos

[Verse: Izaya Tiji]
What, young n*gga talk' 'bout sh*t
He talk to cop 'bout the blicks
[?] fly than a b*tch
[?] the gang ridin' wit' a [?]
Just look, can't take no pic's
So, the push door coupe [?]
Mix, the Moncler wit' that Rick
Me and my n*ggas that's slay world, try me; you a lick
Hop in that Tes' it just go Bee, bee, bee
Then, she wanna sit on me
And, yeah, a young n*gga feel like Lil Peep
Diamonds, they hit like Ali
And, a, young n*gga feel, Lil Keed

[Refrain: Izaya Tiji]
In that Cullinan, hell yeah chillin', we kickin' with Kan too
Yeah, blowin' up these n*ggas, they stupid, n*gga they pillows
Hop in that Rolls, yeah, the f*ck he talkin' bout Rillos (Yeah)
The f*ck he talkin' bout Rillos, no
[Verse: KanKan]
Smokin' on the woods, okay, yeah n*gga f*ck the Rillos
I'm about keep the XD-45 wit' extend-o
n*gga ran a band last week, well, times 10 though
And the lil ass bullet get the flyin' right straight through your window
And the SR like a helicopter
Keep the percs on me like a doctor
Like a stick, set his ass on fire
Pop perc n*gga just to get higher
Bullets leave him flat like a tire
Look at them racks, just hit
And the Kel-Tec big' than a b*tch
And it might just knock out ya' sh*t
In that SRT, and it's fast than a b*tch
Mixin' the (N)ine with the Rick
And the Chromehearts on my b*tch
And that Prada on her bag n' sh*t

[Outro: KanKan & Izaya Tiji]
And the SR like a helicopter
Keep the percs on me like a doctor
Like a stick, set his ass on fire
Pop perc n*gga just to get higher
(Blat)
(Yeah)
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
In that Cullinan, hell yeah chillin', we kickin' with Kan too
Yeah, blowin' up these n*ggas, they stupid, n*gga they pillows
Hop in that Rolls, yeah, a young n*gga talkin' bout Rillos (Yeah)
The f*ck he talkin' bout Rillos, no