[Intro: Nigel 187]
Ayy, it's 187 (Ayy, woah)
(Sippin' and trippin' and sippin' and trippin' and sippin' and trippin', you know?)
(Ayy)
[Chorus: Nigel 187]
Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi
Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi
Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi
Tuna-chill, tuki— yeah, ayy
[Verse 1: Nigel 187]
Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi
Tunakula two chicks in a row type of combi
Tuna-sip gin tuki-stone in the lobby
Good combinations got me looking like a zombie
Roll another doobie, go big or go home
This is like a hobby, let me get in my zone
Let me blow trees in the fuckin' ozone
Lay up with your bitch if you look at me wrong
Oh, I'm sorry, I'm actually a humble guy
I'm just tryna get high, then somebody tried to lie
So I had to light his ass like the Fourth of July
Supply demand, demand supply
That's what you need to get by
That's what you need to stay high
Combi ya tei na mamanzi, you might die
But combi ya tei na mamanzi ndio inadai
[Chorus: DVK]
Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi
Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi
Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi
[Verse 2: DVK]
DVK back in the booth and you can tell your friends
I was broke, niggas telling me to sell my dreads
Hold up, why am I going into these bars again?
All the ganja got me dancing with the stars again
All my niggas wanakula tu ma-combi (Wanakula tu ma-combi)
Naskia FOMO lakini samosa ni forty (Ai!)
Mi si homo lakini bora nikule njoti (Eh?)
Yaani njugu, stop thinking of zile za Jordi
El niño, making waves, mi Fernando (Mi Fernando)
On the stage, you already know I'm robbing ankles
Leave you in the dust up in the quadrangle (Quadrangle)
Baadaye I'm on the bus, biting on the mango
On the field, ain't no fucking with the eclipse
You're taking shots but I'm saving them like a flash disk
Big forehead, big dreams za kuwa big fish
Bonga biz nami, I'm just tryna get rich
Hating in the comments, utakuwa dismissed
[Chorus: K-Spot]
We just chillin' in the spot, eatin' combi
We just chillin' in the spot, eatin' combi
We just chillin' in the spot, eatin'
Yeah, look (It's K-Spot in this motherfucker, man)
[Verse 3: K-Spot]
I don't feel alive, till I spark one, nigga
On that Green House shit, we'll put a mark on a nigga
I ain't never loved no hoe
But Mary and Jane got me in my feels, straight from the heart, nigga
I'm ballin' like I'm in my prime
Pussy come with drama, nigga, I ain't got the time
She tryna hit my line up and I hit decline
'Cause a nigga busy gettin' high
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
Take a chill pill, you should try do that
I stay smokin' strong, you know it's that good gas
You should slow it down sometime, no need to move fast
Just sit back, relax, get gas, kick back while we
Spit gas on wax and spazz on tracks
Get on the map, we been like that
No comin' back from what I got for ya
It's exotic burnin'
A little dose really finna knock your lungs over
Spot
[Chorus: DVK]
Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi
Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi
Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi
Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi (Ayy!)
[Outro: Nigel 187 and BH]
Woah
Sippin' and trippin' and sippin' and trippin' and sippin' and trippin', you know?
Ayy
Tunakula tu ma-combi, tuko hapa
Na askari yuko pale ako jaba
Sippin' and trippin' and sippin' and trippin' and sippin' and trippin', you know?
Ayy
Tunakula tu ma-combi, tuko hapa
Na askari yuko pale ako jaba
