Chillinit: Fire in the Booth

Still got Henney on the rocks

Chill got Jenny on the block

Still got a QT up at QT with a Coupe

Bitch goin' heavy on the pop

We was ready for the drop

Two point seven of the crop

Ed, Edd, Eddy with my squad

Like machete I'ma chop-a-chop-chop the stitchin' on a block

I should be throwin' at the guard

I was ready for the huh

Two point seven of the

Wrapped it up twice for domestic flights

Then checked inside to make sure I kept it tight

'Cause if the feds intercept, then I'm petrified

I give a fuck what you 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

Might shout my brother, there's no doubt

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'll buy that

And these days I ain't even doin' dates

I'm callin' up your babe who's gonna fly out then fly back

Wanna try it out? Please come try it out

Please try do it like Chill, you could 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 donning my armor

To blow like Iraq

My master crafts my five margins

Light up the ganja with coke on me shh

Try diss me, say my name though?

Nah he didn't 'cause he lookin' for the fame though

And this is history, far as the game go

Young brother gonna put his momma in a Range Rover

From Sydney, Rothdale to Lane Cove

Bad bitch do as I say so, lookin' like J-Lo

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 that thing

Freaky little 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 lettin' bud blaze with the pilot

Nah, I'm not violent

I'm gonna shh, stay silent

I'm gonna shh, then hide it

Shh, you're lyin'

It went 6.5 on a blacked out whip

Might fly out, buy it

On the gold coast, where the Queens land

'Cause I get dough thicker than a deep pan

All these brothers got the Docks in the box

And my teams on green energy like a vegan

Sheesh man, spit lethal

No chaser, brother, I sip Regal

I'm triple X-rated brother, I'm Vin Diesel

I'm fuckin' in a 4-door car, six people

It goes vroom, shit yeah

She goes, "woo!", Rick Flair

You ain't with us, you can't sit there

Brother's lookin' overcooked, he can't spit rare

Big back through, long stick here

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 brothers stay alive, yeah

All my brothers never die, yeah

My little brothers call me big bro

I never leave my bro behind, yeah

Said for him I gotsta grind, yeah

Gotsta 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

Switch that beat up Charlie, let's keep goin'

I'm never caught when I'm passin' those coppers

I'm tricky with the ball, I'm the Harlem Globe Trotter

And they be signed like the cards in your wallet

Brah, this money's all mine, there's no halvin' my profits

I went crazy and flirted with death once

Now I'm tryna be the boss so I work till the bread jump

Fresh cunt, no major, we're turnin' for head fucks

No money that I make is a 30% cut

Get fucked

Wooh! And now I gotsta focus

I made her bend her back like Scoliosis

Wooh! Now listen to me, I don't got emotions

Locked 'em in the basement, get 'em wasted with the lost and hopeless

Everybody rides my wave when it's suitin' 'em

And now they're smokin' on some bass and some Sudafed

And now I'm using fake names for a pseudonym

When I be catchin' flights, I'm Blake James 'cause this Buddha's lit

I stay focussed, Charlie, I stay focussed

420 when I drop on this beat, stay smokin'

I used to Rockefeller for weed, J-Hov 'im

I'm tryna get a classic and free, Beethoven

I'm all-black with the Chucks, I'm in the back of the truck

Balaclava with a packet of bud

No lights on or license

I'm tryna dodge the Jacks on the run, woop!

Here they come, I'm just a passionate cunt

From the way that I spit wicked

I'm sicker with sick lyrics

Got this monster next to under my bed like I'm Chris Griffin

Brothers bad liars, chase pussy like Quagmire

That pussy come to me 'cause we sittin' on six figures

420, I spit a verse and I chew the beat

I'll fuck your bitch and get chicken burgers on Uber Eats

On your account

I'm hittin' her, movin' weight

Free my brother from the can like tuna meat

The daredevil, I dare devils to come once

French bitch back for the french kiss and I bust nuts

Free my brothers in jail, I'm feelin' love bro

I'm walkin' in this club screamin' out, "2-0-1 cunt"

I've done fire laps like equestrians

Tried to draw a line but I'm crossin' it like pedestrians

Fine little Mexican slidin' inside my messages

Sayin' she ain't a lesbian but she feelin' D'generous

Blaze ganja, tell 'em I stay harder

I'm known to ball out when I rock it, James Harden

All you fake bastards just jitter the same jargon

But I'm payin' 300 an ounce, I'ma blaze Spartan

And I'm the one, tell 'em I'm the one

I do this for my fam and I do this for my mum

Tell 'em I'm the one, tell 'em I'm the one

And I do this for my fam and I do this for my mum

And I don't even give a

It's my brothers, it's my brothers

I'd do anything for my brothers

My brothers, my brothers

Said I'd do anything for my brothers

And my sisters, yeah

I'd do anything for my brothers

My brothers, my brothers

Said, I'd do anything for my

What do you want?

The Benz or the Beam, The Range or the Rover

The better the dream, the greater the road

And I don't know which way I should go

But all I know is that I left heaven and went rebel

And now the angel is rogue

I'm here to Fight Club, I ain't breakin' the code

I don't speak 'bout, on Beats 1, get the beats down

Seen but stackin' below

I'm changin' my flow, I'm back to do a stadium show

But what it cost me?

There's no fucks for the opps, G

No chance didn't cross me

Brother, what it cost me

25 bands on this watch, G

Clocked on, everybody's watching

Everybody watch me

The hood master, push past it

The kush bastard with spliffs and J's

And you're stock like cooked pasta

I'm Good Charlotte

It's lifestyles of the rich and famous

I'm a George Bush target, threat to the market

Your shit plays and they switch the station

You sound like the guy that sounds like that guy

That sounds like that guy, so the situations gettin' boring

Tell 'em I don't wanna die lad

At the same, if I died I might like that

'Cause these days my anxieties are high

At times I can't lie, they write and I can't write back

I feel tired and wired, I've been wire-tapped

Puttin' black tape on the eyes of my iPad

My flow's Iraq, so I rack at least like five lines

But jacked to get hijacked

Or get high Jack

Or get spun like a CDJ

Go hard like a CDJ

Go hard like it's PGA

Cash checks that are CBA

Will I ever quit? TBA

On the grind like DGK

Wanna know when I arrive with an ETA

Bitch wheel up the deck brother, please replay

This French chick wanna s'il vous plaît

I said, uh

It's a vibe girl, yeah

It's a vibe girl, yeah

I'm gettin' high girl, yeah

Yeah

I'm never gonna fall for that

'Cause I'm way too raw for that

The missed calls, I done called them back

I want a crooked ass how I slaughtered that

She want a crooked ass so I bought the pack

She want the Louis V, so I ordered that

She want the Gucci so I bought the pack

I regret that I flex 'cause I'm more than that

And my mum still gotta pay this mortgage back

Fuck, this girl wanna smoke my kush

She heard that I stay with six to five ounces

And one show gets six to five thousand

Just off merger, 65 thousand

Put all my crops inside stocks

So whenever I stop, get six to five houses

It's probably why I'm rackin' my brain

I'm tryna double up the money over capital gains

I swear hands down bro, their bars are boring

All my brothers ride 'round in a van

Tryna sling a TV like Harvey Norman

Smash the phones so they can't record it

Stuck in a time frame

Nothing that I say ever gets heard, so I fuck you till friday

Nothing that I say ever gets heard

I smoke blunts and herb and puff until my mind's straight

Four strains throughout the one year

Only one here with the seasonal herbs

Look officer, you ain't searchin' my car

Unless you're givin' me a good reason for searchin'

One time, this chick broke my heart

Way too smart, so I'm leaving this girl

My new girl's constantly fucking with all my new girls

Two girls like a demon on earth

Nah, fuck that

Just tell him it's straight boss shit

This bird got the long neck, somethin' like an ostrich

Ain't pop shit, Crisco rock shit

'Bout to get my ball over post, drop kicks

Get it? Please me, please don't

Wanna ball up on line like free throws

Straight weed smoke, I ain't gettin' sleep though

I've been up and down with my ex like cheat codes

My Grandad taught me the art of shut the fuck up

So I grind like men does

You don't wanna head down roads when your life gets black

Brother keep your heads up

Stay away from these assin' needles

'Cause the drugs are evil and only gives you head fuck

I stay 4-2-0 though my bros, so I'm still gonna sesh with

My brothers, my brothers

I said I'd do anything for my brothers

It's my brothers, it's my brothers

I said I'd do anything for my brothers

And my sisters, yeah

I'd do anything for my brothers

Feel like cryin' bro, I'd do anything for my fuckin' family

You know what I mean?

Thank you for having me here bro, it's been a fucking blessing