[Intro]

Haha

Everyone got somethin' to say these days, fuckin' hell

[Verse 1]

Brudda wanna talk on the 'Gram, oh damn

I just laugh and I won't go start it

Big house got plants in the back

Hmm, Better Homes and Gardens

Got twenty-eight grams in the pack

Fall back, my brudda, 'til the phone's on nada

You ain't never gon' see me beggin'

In fact, I ain't even gonna beg your pardon

I was cool, runnings

In your warehouse, get the tools, Bunnings

Wood with the hardware

Seafood, I go hard, yeah, I'ma get your sauce like tartare

Tsss, I might burn you

The taxi, it's me and your bitch, I might swerve you

The dark arts ruled, it was half-past two

Like Ja gone Rule when I reign down murder

The Bally on, see my eyes, burka

Worker, all I do is grind, might murk ya

Come up on the counter, brah, I might serve ya

Up your mountains, brah, I'm like sherpas

I made millions

All you MCs broke and jokes, you're all cats like Williams

I don't give an uck for ya clash

Removed all the L's, that's cash, millions

I don't wanna act like children

Fuck a rental, I said that's my building

That's my land, that's my block

Big Dwayne Johnson got packs of the rock

I was back to the block, the moonlight, the creeper

I probably put a ball in a box, it's like Kieffer's

I'm waiting for the coins to drop, it's like features

I'm blindin', got the cash like lightning

[Interlude]

Hahahaha, 420 family

Ay, ay, ay, 420 family

Ay, ay, ay, 420 family

Octagon, out now (Trooh Hippi)

Ragh

[Verse 2]

Saw the signs in the field, Kramer

Brah, I was in the 'Ville, no danger

My soul might struggle to rebuild, I'm a cold type

Cold nights, I was on the pills like ravers

On my radar, I don't rate ya

I could caveman fire like caveman

Hoffman when he Rain Man, see ya later

Get the smoke, it's not vapour (Argh)

Grey van, twenty-eight grams

Straight glam, had a spray tan, might date ya

But your wasteman too big for your waist, man

Get a great man, daddy like Vader

Take a knee, son, might take ya

Eyes looks Japanese, Geisha

Might place online, gamer

While I'm rackin' the rack in up off the radar

If you got one, then I got ten

I'm a drop set, monster, Loch Ness

Said he top one, he ain't even top ten

Look, I spell it out for you, 'cause you're a flop

Give a F, no L, you're the opp then

Wordplay, burnt J when I crop sesh

Got the fire in the pencil, hot lead

Got the fire in the brain, hot head

How sweet disposition like a temper trap

I bend ya back, then fuck it, then I'll send it back

Collect the pack and get the stash

And then bounce with a hefty stack of that paper

You ain't better than this

You ain't better on a record, you're irrelevant spit

So up late like Letterman is

And my girl got faces and booties like Bella Hadid

Jealous, hard like render

In the future with the armour, Bender

Might get fried, one way flight to Jamaica

One eye on 'em like Leela

Did you catch that? Did you catch that?

Look brudda, I stay where the herb be

Did you catch that? Did you catch that?

Fuck that, go back to the first beat (Argh)

[Verse 3]

Black tracksuit, LV sneaker

Chilly got a appetite, he might eat ya

Chilly got a appetite, he might eat ya

Paites gon' heat for the co-cocaine, it was straight OG

It was eight point three, off a mate from Glebe

In a blacked out Benz or a AMG

Or a G63 G Wagon, I've never been laggin'

The shunter, shunter get the bag in

BodyBag since body bag, toe tag it

Couple G's, OG might bag it

Smoke on, reefer

You MC's want smoke, shisha

Talk to the reaper, two point one

And the blueberry, I'm into eight like pizza

I can school ya, like teacher

Don't know jack, the fact I might reach ya

Make you feel like you popped three Xans

And a gram of that liquid G, me might sleep ya

I'm kicking it like Gracie, rock band

Blow 'em a kiss, just like chasey

Barbie in Malibu, Stacey

Heard ya girl want shots, don't chase me

Brah, I'm like a pokie machine 'cause you hate me

Still you wanna play me

You put all your time inside mine

And now once your money is mine, you wanna pay me, argh

I don't really care what your pop think

Popped in, lock pick it like a locksmith

Had a chill and a pill and a few lil' lines

Now I got a ill mind, Hopsin

I could smoke one, smoke you

Roll up for the beef, tofu

Cocaine in a big fat sack

Five balls and it's all five stars, Goku

Steeden, on a ball tonight

I called up for the quarter price

'Cause you're the type that fall for a Sporty Spice

And get roared if a all of you order ice and diamonds

And you hate, 'cause you're forty-five and bored of life

About to divorce your wife

And Chill-Chill is the one that your daughter like

That's why she fuck on a horny night

[Outro]

Hahahaha

I'd hate me too, brah, it's all good

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