[Intro: ChillinIT]

Yeah, fuckin' oath

What would you stand for?

420Fam

What would you stand for?

Sydney to Brisbane, stand up

What would you stand for? Like

Tell me, what would you stand for? Like

Yeah, what would you stand for?

Would you stand with your bredrens?

I don't want war, but a phone call's made

Brah, tell me, would you stand in my trenches?

Yeah, how could you stand for the truth

When the truth is, you can't stand your reflection?

We got bottles, babes, blunts

Still in the club, ten men in my section

[Verse 1: ChillinIT]

Jacks come, we don't answer a question, rargh! (Grrr) Fuck off

Clean sweep the cash, you best dust off

Crew got rejected, security checks

Yes, we jump fence, the back door gets unlocked

Fire escape, we're safe, a quick rush job

Sneak in half my mates and get one shot

Two shot, three shot, four shot, pull up the flavours

I don't pull cards, pull favours, argh (Sheesh)

Hold up, get a whole one

Sold, done, shake on poles then get dolled up

Booty like "Fuck me slowly", best fold up

Looking like a Uncle Toby, girl, rolled up

With a rolled one that she rolled up

So the whole club got smoke and the coke was like gold dust

Girl, work this out, just like Cole does

Yeah, sex and drugs, thought I told ya

I make the paper at a bank

Jason Statham when I crank

Girl, if the grams all that she can transport her

Then my baby just blaze on the dank

I get wasted on drank

King of the hill like I'm Hank

Sippin' the pilly and jenk

Takin' a flight, copacabana

Let's keep it Sinatra, my homies are frank

We put in work, Thotiana when she twerk

Drop it harder, make it work

Call her Schapelle Corby, get the bodyboard

She got the quarter of ganja and herb and she run it up

My bitches don't give a fuck, my bitches body this up

Let me be blunt, my bitches snuck into ravers

She smuggled the pills in her cunt

Don't give a fuck, that was just us (Hoo)

2017, when I walked in the foyer

And the first thing I said when I first got done by the jacks

"Go talk to the lawyer"

Gloves on, strapped up

Ten rounds of the box and a Oscar, that's De La Hoya

And a bad gal lookin' all crisp

But a chip on her shoulder, I don't mean Sawyer, ah

Never stoppin' till this hurts

Check the clock and let it turn

I still got brothers that don't be discussin'

'Cause they use their kero to wash out the burn

It ain't your concern

That be the hustle, my brother

This cheddar is all that we know, all for the dough

Do what we meant to, quote

My bro check for the stamp like a envelope, but no joke

Why spend fifty bucks for quick fix or a hit or a pick-me-up?

We on business, so we don't wanna shiv no cunt

We Bris this up, a quick little fisticuff

And we live to fight another day, live to find another way

Quick to light another J, grip her tighter on the waist

Bitches like it when I blaze, so let's roll it up (Yeah, yeah)

I got big smokes and big spliffs

I got big bros and big shit

And my bitch knows that I'm it, yeah, yeah, yeah

Get a quick fix, 'cause the bitches wanna hit it just for fitness

I had her grippin' on my riches like a Fitbit

I could put a little bitch up on the dick list (Uh)

420, I light the good ganja

I stick with a pack 'cause life is too hard

I'm more than the one, my formula's one

So I drift from the pack, I'm Michael Schumacher, haha

Player to death, paper and cheques

Back in a jiffy, I flew up to Brissie

I told my boy Lisi to say with your chest

[Verse 2: Lisi]

Said it with my chest, don't worry, uce

You know that I'm always comin' at 'em like a molecule

Fuckin' oath, I got skill

How they gonna talk about I'm not real?

Then they're gonna run their mouth

But when I come around

I make 'em drop like they tryna pop pills

This ain't a cap, MD

They gas me but my tank's empty

And now I'm taking da win, NT

I ask my uso what he does with an esky

He said, "I chill in it"

Aw, that's why you spit cold

Cancer bars, I'm just tryna spit bold

I've got a text from my chick named Nicole

But my uso Chill said she's got a big hole

No, thanks, next

I remember when they didn't wanna text

Now they see me and they just wanna sex

Ain't Coco Pops, but I'm tryna make cheques

On the mic, they know that I kill

They can never say that I don't have skill

Always on some hater shit, they're like Jada Smith

Tryna fuck around with my will

But I promise they will never touch that

Tryna stop me, but I told 'em, "Fuck that"

These kids talk too much, like Rugrats

And if you got better bars, better run that

Don't talk the talk if you don't walk the walk

Because I promise that you won't get far

And your skillset's high, but you got no drive

You remind me of a broke-down car

But I guess it's alright

We stay up on the grind, all day, all night

Uso, I don't smoke weed, but I only smoke mics

Since I attack the track

They listen to me and my uso take it back to back

[Verse 3: ChillinIT & Lisi]

Chilly and the Lisi gettin' litty

With a bitty wagwan when we came to the party

Sparky, but I spark up with the blunts

And I trap like "'Sup?" like Damian Marley

Wagwan, step in the party like, "Who wants some?"

I'm a tough motherfucker, they don't wanna punch on

Hustle till I get the cheque

And like a gym freak, you know that I rep the set

Get ready, get ready, their legs like spaghetti

Get spun, brudda, brudda, get whopped just like Fetty

Got your girlfriend and her pants strapped like confetti

Then I'ma cut your grass like I got the machete

Head steady, head steady, the crew good like Freddie

Get bun 'cause the guru's the one, just like Headie

I don't wanna ever hear them say that they're heavies

'Cause that's when shit gets ugly like Betty

And as far as the bar game go

Yeah, the tracks go down then a man gets slaughtered

And this shit be a RKO

When I SmackDown throw, that's Randy Orton

While I'm Mick Foley or Dwayne Johnson

Every time that I'm in this bitch

'Cause if I sock the cunt, then I'ma rock the cunt

Walk off like it didn't mean shit