[Verse 1: ChillinIT]

Ah, shit

I sniff the coke with the rich folk

And spit that sick flow

Yabba-dabba-do! She screw that Flintstone

Fling stone at the rapper that tryin' to switch flows

Nympho with the hips, she be hanging off hip bones

You've got your ideas different if you buyed my business

Keep the bitches on my hips, Siamese sisters

I ain't be quitting till I find these riches

If you heard I'm givin' up, Chinese whispers, hah

Since sixteen, was me and like six teens

Spittin' fire sixteens, this boy could spit mean

Got big dreams 'cause the mouth spit fresh like Listerine

Me and Christine Aguilera on that big screen

Tryin' to get a little dirty, I spit the mean bars

Deep scars, you're stupid like retard

She smiled 'cause she wetter and wild than theme parks

We pass 'round that ganja, letting that weed spark

Girl, pass me the blunt, please, I got them young Gs

They carry bigger knives than Crocodile Dundee

I don't fuck with it 'cause the bars too funky

Trust me, I'm swinging on your bars like a monkey

Way too patient, Blakey is on the station

Tryin' to show the world these states of elevation

Tryin' to show the world the rhythmical situation

This nation, they stopping and staring upon that greatness, boy

I want the house with the pool and the jetski

Test me, homie, we kicking it like we Jet Li

Stress me, homie, these words are so dirty

My verses are tryin' to fuck you in the ear

Through your headpiece, boy

You wanna ride with the push to start

But you stuck with a ride that you push to start

Wait, I mean you literally push to start

You get the fuck up out your front seat and push your car, hah

I'm the best man

I'm not your guy at the wedding in the best man

Literally the best man

Green Street hooligan, but I don't go for West Ham

Yes, damn, Skepta shot down at my next chance, ha

I'm Rick James, mix it with Ving Rhames

Switchblades, cocaine, some bars, and a mixtape

Bad bitch, fat spliff and we fuck her for six days

Fillet mignon, that pussy like Lil Wayne

I partied with Russell Brand, rolled up a couple grams

Called Ed Sheeran and flew to the motherland

I borrowed a hundred grand, then wrapped it in rubber bands

Just to throw it at a stripper that told me she loved to dance

And that ass so fat, you build a home on it

Pussy so good, fuck a dollar, put the mortgage and the loan on it

I make the pussy ring like my phone on it

Gotta say I'm 420

Hahaha, fuck, I'm just too psyched to be back, feels good

Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait

[Interlude: Connor McGregor]

I just wanna say from the bottom of me heart

I'd like to take this chance to apologise

To absolutely nobody

The double champ does what the fuck he wants

[Verse 2: ChillinIT]

Chill, where the fuck you been?

Been next to the fire

I'm warmin' the bars with a bit of that heat

Flow making the temperature higher

UFC fighter, got 'em tapped out

Smoke Herb Dean till I feel blacked out

And the road to success on GPS

So I guess I got the whole thing mapped out

Vocals are fucked

Tryin' to get a little more coke for that buzz

Tryin' to have a line but the whole bag's gone

So I'm probably gonna fuckin' overdose in the club

DJ, turn the vocalist up

I'll send the man deaf that are close to the front

Trust me, if your girl got them booty

See them damn legs? I'ma open 'em up

You could get striked, ten-pin bowling

Been on the ball, but nah, we not Spalding

Not Ellie, but covered in gold-ing

Brother, it's poker, trust me, you're folding

Limp Bizkit, I keep rollin'

Ain't Drake, but I been controllin'

Limp Bizkit, I keep rollin'

Ain't Drake, but I been controllin'

Young girls come down tryin' to kick it with me

Tell a girl that she's not FIFA

Now she wanna be my queen (Nah)

Tell her she's not Latifah

You hear the bass get deeper

I fiend for the rap that come through the speaker

Simon said, follow the leader

Bottle, bottle, swallow, repeat it

Huh, I just crash my car

Like my last name Brock and my first name Peter

Look, young boy not down for the games and I don't play Sega

Fuck me, spit bars so sick that my fan base all got a virus, Zika

And I feel on top of the world

I don't even rhyme these bars no more

Ha, funky medina

Saturday night, I been stuck with a fever

At a disco with a disco biscuit

While the disco bitches try and touch on the wiener

Earn more stripes than a zebra

Spotted your girl like a cheetah

Beyoncé'd that bitch, made her a diva

Now catch us on the next season of Cheaters

See me go A-plus, see me flow C-minus

Minus the fact I'm the head of this rap ting

The CEO of the bars, C3, add one

Boom, go bang when the C4 blow

Tell John Cena that he couldn't see me

But tell him I see him when he see me flow

I'm a smooth operator, call me head honcho

Brew got me wasted like pronto

I get under your belly like Alfonzo

More box than a Mario game, huh

I'm partial insane, in an hour it gets dark in my lane

Rap track gets spat back these days

And your chat lads don't put heart in your game

I don't fuck with the Instagram

Much rather get me an instant gram

Smoke me a blunt, I'm 'bout to see what's up

'Cause I've never been a bitch, I'm an instant man

I don't fuck with the Instagram

Much rather get me an instant gram

Smoke me a blunt, I'm 'bout to see what's up

'Cause I've never been a bitch, I'm an instant man

Not western, but you're what I'm into

Slice like razors, cut like a Ginsu

Fuck me while you judge me

If you don't know me, you don't know what I been through

Not western, but you're what I'm into

Slice like razors, cut like a Ginsu

Fuck me while you judge me

If you don't know me, you don't know what I been through

Chill