[Verse 1: Julian Terblanche] Tryna hold me back but I don't fit Slide into the scrap cos I know it Working for the loud like a broke bitch ‘Boutta reel it in like an old fish Tired of hearing excuses Cut out the bullshit just go and do it I'm gonna lose it Bold words, you gotta prove it, you're not going through it Fat pussy but that shit tight I'm the one who knows how to hit it right Send a text and it's in sight Always pack a bag, she gon’ stay the night Service is locked in, we got the options You just here knocking Don't got time for your joshin', fell off like Hopsin Fuck out my comments I'm done [Verse 2: Cole Hamilton] Talking so clueless, staying a nuisance Leaving you dead in the tulips Ghost haunting and ghoulin', fire we fueling This is our castle we ruling We whipping we zooming, stars on the name Always on fire ain't cooling You silly, you foolish Always stay moving Never on top you losing Bitch we was never cool, you same size as a decimal Your comments was minuscule Really think you credible Bout time that you get to move No time on my pedestal Bout’ trip ‘onna edible Not near my pinnacle Bitch we a spectacle, you is so terrible We eating plentiful, looking so beautiful Sun set on the festival Center stage ain't testable See the name in your retinal Advanced bitch yeah we sentinel Loud pounds of medical Cracked in yo skeletal Bitch my flow flexible Step to us we deadin' you Control the game go voodoo Talk my shit I ain't through dude Break yo shit like bamboo Album gon’ cure the youth Wolfpack speak the truth House fire in the booth Knocking hits like ruth [Verse 3: Julian Terblanche] Cut my teeth on the bad moods Got shawty and she's heading for the backroom Lead me straight to the bathroom ‘boutta slide another line then we home soon Normally I'd think but I'm on toxins I'm not slipping out a ring less we both boxing Feeling like YouTube I don't see comments Thought I ain't playing games I'm just Xbox-ing No stopping I'm seeing red flags but I'll still cop it If I take another hit know I'll vomit Phone line is dead but she still calling We balling ‘Boutta dip out with the boys we on old moves Rip another turn and we old news If we see the sun then it's all true Yeah I'm old school [Verse 4: Liam Kelly] New faith, kneel down and pray Save face, say grace, wait Jacked up on running up a new crime Wrapped up and sack ‘em on time Slide off imma rack up a new line White out imma chat shit no whine No crying, no lying Brother to brother its online
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