[Intro: ChillinIt]
Pack us up
Who's next anyway?
Hahaha
Probably gonna hate me now, fuck 'em
[Verse 1: ChillinIt]
I'm lost in the safari with writer's block
I light the pot, still got chrome for the beef, lad
Fuck with the party, you're Microsoft
I'm Firefox, I mac your books on a beat, lad (Argh)
I space bars apart to try shift, control, alt, delete that
On keyboards, I blow 'em like C4
And I tell 'em I spit raw, the whole crowd repeats that (Argh)
Catch that shit like a virus, smokin' a Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the Osiris, you don't wanna touch my style
It's hench, get clenched like pliers
I'll race car drive ya, back into 2016
(One of my bars worth twenty sixteens)
Smoke four-two-oh with twenty-six teens
Fast forward four years, that's twenty-six G's
Hahahaha, fuckin' bitches
While I'm puffin' swishers with the bud rocks
Double visions from the buds I'm hitting
Keep a spliff of litty in my glovebox
Everybody say they got the chronic
So we knock-a-knockin' at the drug spots
We just wanna get a couple nuggets
If they blocka-blocka then we fucked off (Argh)
Still I kick goals like Goodes
Still I got stripes like Woods
Still I got a two-pack rolled all night like Suge
And I still get high through hoods
Still I'm on the road like two white stripes
'Til I got a phone like two white Nikes
Still sip beers, I flipped and switched gears
And I push 'em on a pedal, but I don't ride bikes
Don't tell lies, bad bitch I like
Tell a bad bitch, "I might"
Tell a bad bitch, "Yeah, I ride for my day ones
And I wake up and I blaze up, high"
I'm off chops like vegans do
I'm what seventy times six equals to
Head for the head, connect to get checked
Then I head for the head like a beanie do
I pop bars, rock stars like Beatles do
Got pot, got pans like Peter do
I was ready for the war, ready for the war
The devil's at the door, I'ma leave with you (Argh)
Butt heads like Beavis do, she beef with you
I don't know why I'm leavin' you
'Cause, my girl, I can't watch you cry (Ah)
But I swear I'll bleed for you, bleed for you
(Switch it up) Where I'm from, I learnt to keep it hunnid
When I buss it, buss it for these up-and-comers
You can't see me comin' like you Stevie Wonder
This is Oklahoma, this is City Thunder
Brudda, brudda, brudda, did I stutter, stutter?
This is gutter, gutter for you motherfuckers
Bada-bing and boom and I just does it, does it (Woo!)
Now you breddas love it
Bit of weed that I get in dozens
Press the buttons, get me many brothers
I could bender, bender like I'm Benny Cousins
Lightyear, now I'm plenty buzzin'
Now I sip it, sip it from the Henny cup and
Right here, I was steady puffin'
You can come and get it, I ain't ever runnin'
Pack us up
Who's next anyway?
Hahaha
Probably gonna hate me now, fuck 'em
[Verse 1: ChillinIt]
I'm lost in the safari with writer's block
I light the pot, still got chrome for the beef, lad
Fuck with the party, you're Microsoft
I'm Firefox, I mac your books on a beat, lad (Argh)
I space bars apart to try shift, control, alt, delete that
On keyboards, I blow 'em like C4
And I tell 'em I spit raw, the whole crowd repeats that (Argh)
Catch that shit like a virus, smokin' a Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the Osiris, you don't wanna touch my style
It's hench, get clenched like pliers
I'll race car drive ya, back into 2016
(One of my bars worth twenty sixteens)
Smoke four-two-oh with twenty-six teens
Fast forward four years, that's twenty-six G's
Hahahaha, fuckin' bitches
While I'm puffin' swishers with the bud rocks
Double visions from the buds I'm hitting
Keep a spliff of litty in my glovebox
Everybody say they got the chronic
So we knock-a-knockin' at the drug spots
We just wanna get a couple nuggets
If they blocka-blocka then we fucked off (Argh)
Still I kick goals like Goodes
Still I got stripes like Woods
Still I got a two-pack rolled all night like Suge
And I still get high through hoods
Still I'm on the road like two white stripes
'Til I got a phone like two white Nikes
Still sip beers, I flipped and switched gears
And I push 'em on a pedal, but I don't ride bikes
Don't tell lies, bad bitch I like
Tell a bad bitch, "I might"
Tell a bad bitch, "Yeah, I ride for my day ones
And I wake up and I blaze up, high"
I'm off chops like vegans do
I'm what seventy times six equals to
Head for the head, connect to get checked
Then I head for the head like a beanie do
I pop bars, rock stars like Beatles do
Got pot, got pans like Peter do
I was ready for the war, ready for the war
The devil's at the door, I'ma leave with you (Argh)
Butt heads like Beavis do, she beef with you
I don't know why I'm leavin' you
'Cause, my girl, I can't watch you cry (Ah)
But I swear I'll bleed for you, bleed for you
(Switch it up) Where I'm from, I learnt to keep it hunnid
When I buss it, buss it for these up-and-comers
You can't see me comin' like you Stevie Wonder
This is Oklahoma, this is City Thunder
Brudda, brudda, brudda, did I stutter, stutter?
This is gutter, gutter for you motherfuckers
Bada-bing and boom and I just does it, does it (Woo!)
Now you breddas love it
Bit of weed that I get in dozens
Press the buttons, get me many brothers
I could bender, bender like I'm Benny Cousins
Lightyear, now I'm plenty buzzin'
Now I sip it, sip it from the Henny cup and
Right here, I was steady puffin'
You can come and get it, I ain't ever runnin'
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