"In My Chillin" lyrics - SMINO

[Intro:]
Eight-piece, with the grape drink
On the side it's fried hard
With the muthafuckin' fries, bitch
(Ayy, did the J-Kwon vocals come in yet, bruh?)

[Hook 1]
JD, do you love Smi? Are you riding?
That Suzuki love, ain't doing no motorcycling
I'm like, "Hol' up," need some roll-up
Like I'm Big Worm, pull up in the ice cream
Go to my ends, where it begins
Get a signal like the Wi-Fi, get you logged in 'fore you slide in
I'm a fat kid, throw the cake and licky-lick off all the icing

Check out the chain, check out the chain
Diamonds very Venus VVS, this tennis necklace stank
And they dance like Tina Turner, heard my name been ringin a bell
Made it sing like Patti LaBelle, lose her voice like shawty Adele
She want that computer love, I said, "Bitch, go get you a Dell"
I'm a mack, I'm a pro, in Wisconsin, I'm at the Dells
She feel like she Earnhardt, crashin' out, I'm feelin' like Dale
All we do is burn, spark, conversations turn into dust, now we (Hold on, hold on)

[Bridge:]
Trap Money Smino (Hello?)
I buy you Valentino, pop you like some Pringles
Deeper than a sea, girl, flew in like a seagull (Oh, ahh)
Once you get a Mike, can't never fuck a Tito (Oh, ugh)

[Hook 2]
Do you love Smi? Is you riding?
Used to being alone, though, can I borrow some timing?
Come and find me, northsiding
'Cause I move that 'caine like he Ron, no Isley
No advisin', ain't no guidin'
Gotta get it, and it's only 'bout providing
(Northsidin')