Fire In The Booth Chillinit (Ft. Charlie Sloth)

[Verse 1]
Still got henny on the rocks
Chill got Jenny on a block
Still got a Cute Tee up at QT with a QP
Bitch going heavy on the pop
I was ready for the drop
2.7 on a crop
Ed, Edd, Eddy with my squad
Like machete ima chop a chop chop
Then seshin on the block
I should be sellin it to god I was ready for argh
2.7 at a
Wrapped it up twice with domestic flights
Then checked inside to make sure I kept it tight
'Cause if the feds intercept then I’m petrified
Don’t give a fuck whatcha say about
Shit I got the whole thing laid out
The accountant just called me I’m too rich
I used to get paid out now I’m paid out
Wait
I’m on a freeway in a V8 with my beat tape
Tony Hawk just went broke; you’re a cheapskate
You can’t see straight
I sell tickets like meat trays
Your egos better deflate
Crew come when I roll out menu
My shout, my brudda, there’s no doubts
I just copped the sounds of a sold out venue
Now my penthouse got a fold out guest room
Your blouse got the sold out guest shoes
No price tag, I buy that
And these days I ain’t even doing dates
I’m calling up ya babes gotta fly it then fly it back
Wanna try that, please come try, lad
Please try and do it like chill you can die, lad
Go ahead you can drop your EP
It’ll flop in three weeks, no cunt's gonna buy that
I’m hard with bars like Osama
Dynamite armour to blow like Iraq
My mastercraft for five margins light up the ganja with coke on my shh
Try diss me
Say my name doe
Nah, you didn’t, 'cause you looking for the fame tho
And this is history
If i was the game girl young brudda gonna put his mama in a range rove
From Sydney, Rockdale to Lanecove
Bad bitch do as I say so
Looking like J-Low, like Kim
V8 Chrysler with chromed out rims
Might go vroom when I ride on by
Might go vroom when I let that spin
Bass go doof when I drop that rhyme
Doof doof doof, you could hear dat thing
Freak lil bitch tryna hit my line
Kill that buzz if I hear that ring
I wanna stay private
One way flights to the island
I’m letting bud blaze with the pilot
No I’m not violent
I’m gonna shh stay silent
I’m gonna shh then hide it
Shh you’re lying
It weighed 6.5 on the blacked out web might fly it, buy it
On the Gold Coast, where the Queens Land
'Cause I get dough thicker than a deep pan
All these bruddas got their dots in a box
And my teams on green energy like a V can
Sheesh man
Spit lethal
No chaser brudda I sip regal
I’m triple X rated
Brudda I’m Vin Diesel
I’m fucking in a four door car, six people
It goes Vroom
Shit yeah
She goes Woo
Ric flair
You ain’t with us, you can’t sit there
Bruddas looking overcooked, you can’t spit rare
Big back tho, long slick hair
She makes it cut back like a kick snare
You want six pairs
Here’s my business card and my accountant can make that flip there yeah
All my bruddas stay alive, yeah
All my bruddas never die, yeah
My little brothers call me big bro
I never leave my bro behind
So for him I gots to grind, yeah
Just to get this money right
And all this pressure on my mind
I’m never stressin I’ll be fine, yeah yeah yeah
I’m never stressin I’ll be fine, yeah