Crookz - Chillin N' Billin Lyrics

I don't know bruv; it's like, every time I release something, it doesn't stick

I think it's that time

Cali, in my pack (Loud)
Smoke hitting back, yeah
Don't wanna know man (Shhh)
Sit back rap chat
Leave my bad past
Get my plat plaques (Come on)
Count my fat stacks

Bill my Three.Five
Fill mashes, with bine
Ripping, on spine
Man don't pick sides
Used to be white lines
Used to be dirt bikes
What's the work look like?
Named me ZeroNine (Crookz)
Built my T line (Run it)
Now niggas phone mine
TwoFour, my time

Cali, in my pack (Loud)
Smoke hitting back, yeah
Don't wanna know man (Shhh)
Sit back, rap chat
Leave my bad past
Get my plat plaques (Come on)
Count my fat stacks

Silver spoon, my friend (Ugh)
Don't know, my friends (Don't Know)
Man sits, in pen
Bought Zs, for lend
Stood on, my bends (Pull up)
Known in, my ends (Yeah)
New tracks, to send (Send it)
Could whip, my Benz