Overdrive, Pt. 2

Everyone got somethin' to say these days, fuckin' hell Brudda wanna talk on the gram, oh damn I just laugh and I won't go start it Big house got plants in the back, hmm, better homes and gardens Got 28 grams in the pack, fall back my brudda, 'til the phones on nada You ain't never gon' see me beggin' In fact I ain't even gonna beg your pardon I was cool, runnings In your warehouse, get the tools, bunnings Wood with the hardware Seafood, I go hard, yeah I'ma get your sauce like tartare, tsss I might burn you The tax sees me and your bitch I might swerve you The dark arts rule It was half-past two Like Ja gone Rule when I rain down murder The bally on, see my eyes, burka Worker, all I do is grind, might murk ya Come up on the counter, bruh, I might serve ya Up your mountains brah, I'm like sherpas I made millions All you mc's broke and jokes, you're all cats like Williams I don't give a uck for ya clash Removed all the L's, that's cash, millions I don't wanna act like children Fuck a rental, I said that's my building That's my land, that's my block Big Dwayne Johnson got packs of the rock I was back to the block, the moonlight, the creeper I probably put a ball in a box, it's like Kieffer's I'm waiting for the coins to drop, it's like features I'm blindin', got the cash like lightning Hahahaha 420 family Ay, ay, ay 420 family Ay, ay, ay 420 family Octagon, out now (Trooh Hippi) Ragh (Trooh Hippi) Saw the signs in the field, Cranmer Brah, I was in the ville, no danger My soul might struggle to rebuild, I'm a cold type Cold nights, I was on the pills like ravers On my radar, I don't rate ya, I could caveman fire like caveman Hoffman when he rayman, see ya later Get the smoke, it's not vapour Ragh, grey van, 28 grams, straight glam, had a spray tan, might date ya But ya waist man, too big for ya wasteman Get a great man, daddy like Vader Take a knee son, might take ya, eyes looks Japanese, Geisha Might place online, gamer While I'm rackin the rack in up off the radar If you got one, then I got ten I'm a drop set, monster loch ness Said he top one, he ain't even top ten Look, I spell it out for you 'Cause you're a flop, give a F no L, you're the opp then Wordplay burnt J when I crop sesh, got the fire in the pencil, hot lead Got the fire in the brain, hot head How sweet disposition like a temper trap, I bend ya back And fuck it then I'll send it back Collect the pack and get the stash And then bounce with a hefty stack of that paper You ain't better than this You ain't better on a record, you're irrelevant spit So up late like Letterman is And my girl got faces and bootys like Bella Hadid, jealous Hard like render In the future with the armour, bender Might get fried, one way flight to Jamaica One eye on 'em like Leela Did ya catch that? Did ya catch that? Look brudda, I stay where the herb be Did ya catch that? Did ya catch that? Fuck that, go back to the first beat Argh ragh Black tracksuit, LV sneaker Chilly got an appetite, he might eat ya Chilly got an appetite he might eat ya Paites gon' heat for the co-cocaine, it was straight OG It was 8.3 off a mate from Glebe In a blacked out Benz or an AMG Or a G63 G Wagon, I've never been laggin' The shunter shunter get the bag in Body Bag since BodyBag toe tag it Couple G's, OG might bag it Smoke on reefer, you MC's want smoke, shisha Talk to the reaper, 2.1 and the blueberry I'm into eight like pizza I can school ya, like teacher Don't know Jack the fact I might reach ya Make you feel like you popped three xans And a Gram of that liquid ghee it might sleep ya I'm kicking it like Gracie Rock band, blow 'em a kiss just like chasey Barbie in Malibu, Stacey Heard ya girl want shots, don't chase me, brah I'm like a pokie machine 'cause you hate me, still you wanna play me You put all your time inside mine and now Once your money is mine you wanna pay me, argh I don't really care what your pop think Popped in lock, pick it like a locksmith Had a chill and a pill and a few Lil' lines now I gotta ill mind, Hopsin I could smoke one, smoke you, roll up for the beef, tofu Cocaine in a big fat sack, five balls and I saw five stars, Goku Steden, on a ball tonight I called up for the quarter price 'Cause you're the type that fall for a sporty spice And get roared if a all of you order ice and diamonds And you hate 'cause you're 45 And bored of life, about to divorce your wife And chill, chill is the one that your daughter like That's why she fuck on a horny night Hahaha I'd hate me too brah, it's all good 420 fucking fam Australia to the UK Download the Octagon Stream it Buy it Steal it Give a knock