Darq E Freaker & Boyadee represent Nu Brand Flexx in their latest visual. Check out the lyrics to the tune below.

[Hook]
Chillin’, Billin’ Chillin’, Billin’
Chillin’, Billin’, I’m chilling like a villain (and I’m)
Chillin’, Billin’ Chillin’, Billin’
Chillin’, BIllin’, getting higher than a mother f*cker
Roll one UP, I Roll one TOO
If you roll with ME, then I roll with YOU
If you crew roll UP, then they can roll THRU
But I guarantee that we be getting higher than a mother f*cker

[Verse 1: Darq E Freaker]
Higher than an aeroplane, flyer than an aeroplane
Blowing weed around your town, hashtag #hurricane
Thai green for the pot, and I ain’t talking curry man
I keep these bitches on their toes, Cherubim & Seraphim
I’m burning trees, forest fire, I’m Jeremiah, I’m not a liar
My bitches finer, my clothes designer, got the game in a headlock, Scott Steiner
R-Rolling ten pin head joints, call it bowling
Strike it with a match, or light it with a lighter after rolling
The wave I’m on is deja… vu or groundhog day my…
Life feels like i’m gardening with naughty female canines…
Bad bitches & weed, kissing Mary Jane till my eyeballs bleed
Smoke a zoobie down till my lip get blick, back to the gardening no twigs, no seeds
I’m loosing my momentum like a rolling stone
Guaranteed that when you see me I be rolling stoned
My Mick Jagger is cold, and your bitch’s swagger is old
And my ni**a’s got that magazine, It ain’t Rolling Stone (cause I’m)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Boyadee]
We go lights, camera, action on it b*tch, let me set the scene
I bunch empty liquor bottles, and a bag of green
A bunch of fly mother f*ckers, so fresh and so clean
Hotbox, roll it up, we blowing off some steam…
All my señorita’s look like ones, you see in magazines
We keep it G like H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P
Getting blown, smoke it till its roach, now you’re comatose
You should never play with Green again like the England coach
I’m in my own box screaming, deal or no deal
True say I’ve been on my own wave from breakfast, n*gga oatmeal
Rappers talking but its oh so boring, I don’t wanna f*cking hear your life story
Fool I ain’t Piers Morgan
Cause I’m about my loot, like a bag of stolen goods
I grow my food and when I roll, I’m only back strapping my zoots
I always two’s, we so f*cking cool we make a hater have to leave the room
Flipping flows that are more incredible than, Bruce (Banner)

[Hook] x2

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