Yeah, so when I come on, get it rock on Put your ***in' hands up if you're reppin'
for the famo Let's get rowdy, *** your camo
I'm like, come, let's get it rocks Just pull the bevy out your box
Smash your tillie, loud your drop, let's get it packed
I'm on some roadhouse, smash your tire, club's up when it goes down
Type of vibe, that gelato fibre, let's get thrown out
Can't have those awful looking girls, tan Just get the rowdy to the front and show them
slackers how it goes down You'll get it hyper, we're to look like you're
lighter Enjoy yourself tonight, cos this life's a
click of a timer So while we can, can we get liver?
And pour that brandy down the throat to your throat when we blow the mic on
Get your back against the wall, stop your suit and move to the front
Neck your arm and get looser than pumice used to the front
But ruthless as paid shooters when duping kids for their drugs
And you be dicks on the pookie ***, choosing which dude to ***
I mean geeks, the team's avian, damian Type blazin' the ice, break lines, aim for
your cranium Titanium, eight bars from the crazy gun
Stealth a bravo kilo, reload, then I make em drop
So when I come, I'll get it ragged Put your ***in' hands up if you're reppin'
for the famo Let's get rowdy, *** your camo
I'm like, come, let's get it rocks Just pull the bevy out your box
Smash your tillie, loud your drop, let's get it packed
Keep it comin' when you ain't nothin' at all
Try and say you're more than a squad We got you destroyed when the beat's runnin'
*** what you thought, crush an MC when I speak somethin'
Rain in my eyes, trust all the words that I've been bossin'
Team up in this bitch, lovin' the feelin' of bein' ***in' sick
Fangirls suckin' dick, cause they're hatin' the way we come to spit
We came to get it loose, the profits spread the funk
When we enter booths, smash it up, it's what we tend to do, yeah
See me rollin' with two bottles and two spliffs
Bad disrespect, spillin' out my two lips
Still with them two kids and the other five of them
Cruisin' bed, hype like Jake Corbin, touch mic again
Drink the supply and then we cop more
We got drawers crushed up in Ritzler's, like we're not poor
We consume until there's nothin' left
Get ***in' vexed and wrap the empty bottle round your ***in' head
Check it
Yo, so we like, come on, get it ragged
Put your ***in' hands up if you're reppin' for the famo
Let's get rowdy, *** your camo
I'm like, come, let's get it raxed
Just pull the berry out your box
Smash your tillie, loud your drop, let's get it packed
I'm mixin' hash with red berry and kush
That's the biff I mix, it's different flavours, blazin' like a picker mix
You bun bush, so hold your mouth, keep it stushed, like shush
But get your trap hooked when I reel off a bar
It only takes one look at a bottle of spirit
To get me with it, get rowdy with lyrics
As I down a drink with hardly any mixer
When I start surfin' with the tide turnin', it's a mad night
I'm makin' out just your shivers
Sirens singin', no real withers
Still nil figures in the pockets of these hill figures
Still splittin' profits with these ill spitters
That's what the realness is
Still shuttin' shows down like door switches
We fill the room when we steppin'
Make noise when the decks bend
For all the dirty brisket he's reppin'
You know we eat the alphabet like a pasta soup
And then smash the roof, so break your neck like a headspin