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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chillinit
Chillinit
Performer
Lil Sknow
Lil Sknow
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blake Turnell
Blake Turnell
Composer
Thundaa
Thundaa
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nerve
Nerve
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Burn out, while I clutch to the wheel Then I shift, like gears, take draws from a blunt No breaks, when I overlap the whole pack Catch drifts, Formula One I'm still rappin automatic, till I get exhausted I rev horses, till the wheels get spun Thats gonna gas you up Like Mazda trucks, but fuck it I've already won Rep it harder like I'm Benihana With the closed eyes from the marijuana I'm Barack Obama I'm the leader leader Yes I see the reaper bring me heavy karma On this hard road, but it's gettin' harder On a hilltop, make ya nosebleed When the pills popped, sippin Henny lager I'ma run it up just like I'm Wes Naqaima Test me nada Keep it hunnid while she stunnin n Balenciaga Spit a riddim in a minute I love it this ain't a gimmick I hit then I quit it so don't text me after Rita Riba with a señorita Smokin' cheebah cheebah with a sexy mama Got that VB longneck and litre I just sip Tequila I don't get the drama Police don't shoot me I don't got no guns Don't fuck with jacks I don't wanna get done Swear that my daddy taught me the art of get the money While mummy take care of her son Family first don't give a fuck Word is my bond I'ma die for my blood Family first don't give a fuck Smokin' the chron' I get high in the cut I still hit the roach You'll get jumped like jacks if you skip the rope You'll get hung laid back when I switch the flow It's Christmas flow The red and green bitches know I stay raw in Dior she ain't Christian though And my 420 fams on shit to blow I switch the flow then pop pop pistols go Cos my mind stays cracked like Da Vinci's code Herbs in a bag like Lipton The zip code, Trip Two 0, I cop parcels Bastards, stay with the stan lee, marvel Prolly why my nights look new, castle I could damage an amateur cos I'm hardest The rapper get a package and package it for the market The road looks silk, with spliffs that I blow Cos I hit That high road for the online darkness Write with pens I keep tools for the wood, like Mitre Ten But real talk though, I don't even like my friends I light the sesh and smoke till my life could end Got a few kids, that I once grew with, back in the day They might pretend But that's true shit, everyones mad 'cause the shoes fit mate Get ya sizes then I pack mountains, and climb it then Get violent then, I'm hot cold climates then See I'm a one eyed cyclops pirate then I got bars me hearty, Im high on sesh And still ride for the team on G shit Play wit a ball like Steve Smith Dont test me faced pace Gillespie The 420 fam stay raw with the weed lit Brudda I'ma stoner, on my Chief Keef shit I still love Sosa, smoke Seth like Rogen Cold like eskis, Got the Fear Factor Like I'm Joe Rogan, cos I go beast shit Bruv I'm all over the shop, all over the drop Heavy and come and get it with the flow that I rock The stoner with pot, was over the top, I'm in a Nike tee Walk into the club and my brudda ain't got an ID Walk into the club with my brudda he keep it hunna With the keys and the buttons like bruddas that work in IT Walk in the club and my brudda could slip a couple a hunnas Onto his bruvva like nothin this shit is Visine All clear all yeh 420 gonna have a long year I got a middle finger up saying all love 420 fam staying right here All clear, aw, yeah 420 gonna have a long year I got a middle finger up saying all love 420 fam staying right here Man, I'm gonna get me that stripper I just copped some gobs in the valley Getting top off a bitch in a bally She just wanna get bricked, no Xannies I take pics for the grams not grammys I take pics for the grams not grammys And I'm still sad, I'm still sad even if I'm happy
Writer(s): Blake James Turnell, Thundaa, Morgan Hancocks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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