Bars: ChillinIt & Wombat

[Intro - Chillinit]:

Ayeee 42O Family motherfuckers

I'm here with Wombat, it's ChillinIt

Lil Sknow in the corner

Shoutout my bro DJ SANCHEZ

*BARS*

I can feel it

ChillinIt:

The same day I had hunger pains and a stomach ache

Was the same day I was hustling 'til my money's straight

Run away, fuck it I'm struggling for my brother's sake

Bringgg, plug my bruddas a 100K

Hey brother, better you take cover

Aim better if you shoot, the fuck did you say brother?

Blaze brother, when I'm rollin' around I'm a Blade Runner

CK cologne, I get stoned with the babes brother

Wombat:

I was that drunk kid, yeh sinkin' piss out in public with buds lit

Wide-eyed pingin', dribblin' dumb shit

Like stuff this, my eye-sights flickering off a drug trip but suck shit

Even my Mum would think I'm a fuck-wit

But trust this I must spit everyday 'till I'm old enough

Like if you say you're the greatest, I'll make em false and chuck

I pray to stop behaving this way but faith I'm a salty cunt

And I'm as hateful as Satan raping an Angel, holy fuck

ChillinIt:

Holy Fuck, I got the greater rhymes

I could make it shake like I live along the equator line

I could make it skate like I'm spittin' on it like skater grinds

Me and all my fam will be planning to make the paper climb

I was sinning, my soul was getting scarred

Tryna purchase packets of ciggies with stolen credit-cards

Now I'm smoking swishers hits on the Daily, Telegraph

I'm only blazing and making a fucking repertoire

Wombat:

I'm hiding, with a cask of wine and a past of violence

I'll get retarded then start a riot like Martin Bryant

I bask in silence likely to raise the bar

I'm flying high as Kamikaze marta pilots (Fuck he's hardly trying)

From harsher times I was cast aside in the dark without a spark to light it

Still I find a path and start a shrine

Went partially blind it's, hard to decide if I've mastered the art of rhyme

And I did a bar on my life from the bars I've been writing

[Interlude - ChillinIt & Wombat]:

Ohhh bruh

Oi ready

Oi shout out to my brah I swear to God we living for this shit I promise you bro we put everything in this shit

Yeah fucking hell man

42O FAM

Alright I'ma believe

ChillinIt:

My bro told me the front door's locked so we jumped the back

And nobody wanna fuck with that

And nobody drop a body when they bust a rap

You soft-serve like Hungry Jacks

I said argh, still rock mic's with a doof doof doof

Still get high with the choof choof choof

I ride by in the sky

If the cop's are on sight then I hide it in the bush bush bush

Need more weed rocks to fuck me up more than a Morphine shot

Four deep spot, five man army

And I learnt my life as a dog

Rest up data, hearts in a box

Soul with a martyr of God

Take that or take it, I swear that I got you

I swear my song's get harder to drop

Mum won't look me up in my eyes bruh

She sees these scars I've got but I swear the shit is my life bruh

I don't want to be mart in a shop

Nah, I don't want shards of the rock

I just go hard 'til I drop

Push fat buds, chop chop chop

I'ma stay way too smart for the lot

Prolly why I pop one pill then six or ten more

Rock pot on the import export

Snakes mow grass like Jim

Bad bitch that I hit raw next door

I'm going ADD when I A-D-D with a JD drink

Watch JDZ, you're a chicken for the beef

HSP, test me, test me

Wait Wait, ain't seen sesh son

You only smashed X on a PS1

250 just for two fifties?

42O FAM get the free sesh son

Like buds I leave your head spun

I'm like Kush put green in my lung

It's our turn, our turn

420 we don't give no fucks!

Wombat:

Yeah!, fresh shit

Even at my best you can bet I'm a dead shit

And I get obsessed with a, Sesh

I bet you thought I was gonna say "Next bitch"

I rep this for the veterans, legends

Turn an exit to an entrance

Like nevertheless you wanna end us?

Test us, better yet don't cross me

Acting a mess could be costly

Watch me, Wombat's back from the dead like a zombie

And they're tracking our steps like a SWAT team

I just smashed up a set with the posse

Am I dodgy?

I said "Watch me", Stamina like I'm a 'tard

Never graft on my battle scars

So harsh I can have a laugh, after your blood like Alucard

Brah, don't ask me to stop

I'm barging in hot, got bars for the lot

'Coz I mastered it, If you think I'm after the dosh

You got it backwards like Bin Laden disarming the bomb

I put my whole heart in the song

The whole squad's marching along

Not far from the top

Their arcing and barking a lot

But look how far that we've got

Stacking the dough, bruh, banking the notes, fuck

Don't think I won't start shanking your throats up

Fuck off

Fuck that's it

Fuck off

End it

END IT

Fucking finish it

Finish it