Lyrics

Oi, it's me again Bout time to beat up the beat again Bout time I bring up my fee again They get mad I ain't seeing them Beautiful women, I'm seeing them Think these rappers getting pms Player hater got a heap of them Fanbase deep, like a D and M All my flows they stealing them I be a goat they sheep and them Try jump in our boat, come in our camp, I smell fish, BCF That's living barry Whipping cities like a British cabbie Never ever see me dilly dally She got a back and that shit a fatty Swear to god nearly killed me She barely fit in the building I barely fit into the scene But they still be giving me bills please Hanging with mums I'm a true g I might just buy her some sushi I might just cop her some louis One day when my pockets is gooey One day when my pockets is fatter I might cop a watch but it's obvious that I be plotting for total domination Can't you see it I'm an abomination I am not patient bitch I'm the doc Like I was dre, but you is a flop Get off the cock, look at the clock I think it's time, you getting lost Peace, tie-dye Ladies love how I rhyme like (Ooh) Tryna get on my line like (Ooh) But i isn't no wifi No, you can't connect Pass the mic and then pass that cheque Whipping rhythms in the kitchen with em got em Cooking up like this is MasterChef I feel like an Aussie legend I'm mark Webber you a half stepper I'm a bar setter I'm a star better get a Heart check up cause I'm full of fat They all talking like they good at rap I think you lying you good at that Try to flex but you looking wack Coulda woulda and you shoulda lad Dirty Nike beaters on my feet Baby only roll with freaks And I ain't slept in a week That's my mo Never looking weak I'm combustion on a beat And I'm blowing up the streets With this ammo They mad that I popped I'm back to the top I'm hot cause I'm fly You ain't cause you not Ya girl look like she Pauline Hanson Pippin on the rock My girly look like nuclear fission She lookin bomb In feb, I dropped a bomb Next year I drop a planet I'm spinning rings around em like Saturn Because I plan it Bet you didn't catch that Brissy on the map lad I be making cash These rappers be making hash tags
Writer(s): Toby Jack Nicholls Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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