B2B #24Hours

[Intro:]
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu - LI
Brrr, brrr brr, brrr-ah
Haha, 420 420 420
Wheel it up, wheel it up
Wheel it up

[Verse 1: Chillinit]
Said wheel it don, like fuck you know 'bout the wheel I’m on
Pull the guns and roses
I'll slash and roll till im feeling rocked
Welcome to the jungle, I'm humble, the devil fleed from god
Satan’s got the face of an angel so pick the team you on
Since out the cot, I was bleeding out the clot
Stacking lighters in my diapers for the pot
Now I’m cyphering with god
Having triplets with strippers and then I leave the spot
And shift around the block with a couple triple tequila shots

[Verse 2: Wombat]
Yeah
I'm on it at last, from the bottom to top of my class
Chopping up grass, treat my bong like an oxygen mask
Off to the bar, swallowed bottles and vomit my heart
Yeah, nod off unconscious was lost from the start
But now I'm putting Tassie rap on the map I'm kickin back in my natural habitat
I can't relax I'm havin' a spaz attack
This bag of racks got me flippin out like acrobats at a magic act
They won't pipe down? Maggot come have a crack

[Verse 3: Chillinit]
Weigh me down, I could anchor man like I'm Burgundy
The way I stitch the words on a rhythm it's like a surgery
It’s profit power perjury, larsony lust and learning g
I’m puffin on the herb that I just imported from Germany
I got lines like the schoolboys do
I got the abs I got the soul like im Schoolboy Q
Top Dawg the Jay Rock's while the tunes go boom
That's Premier I’m the Star of the Gang
And I swear it’s you know who

[Verse 4: Wombat]
Critters will slither aside thinking to strike with a sting in their bite
Bitch I figured there sly, watch 'em wither and die
Yeah, i'm livin my life like I'm bitter inside
Should I visit a psyche gimme a sign cause I'm sick in the mind
Nah I'm happy I'm not actually stressing
Man I'd say ya passive aggressive as ya smashing my head in, forget it
A worthless kid but I burn it sick as Kerser gig
Suicidal lines got 'em hanging off every word I spit

[Verse 5: Chillinit]
I’ll pinch ya sesh, then Cathy Freeman and hit the legs
Always hit the sesh
Prescripted it like we hit the meds
They be talkin' shit, cos I get the bread for the kids I fed
Tryna pop a shot but the body dropped and it missed my head
Dropped an album, and murdered it like the living dead
And Valium get me high with a couple bitches that in my bed
She's 69, then switching sides like Trippie Red
Rappers telling lies
Nobody buys what ya' Insta said

[Verse 6: Wombat]
Nah, fuck off
I don't ever remember alot
Every second, second
I stop to check the clock like my memories lost
I reckon I'm gettin tested by god
Yep, I feel the stress and I'm questioning my strength am I destined to flop?
You can check us and watch
Or feel the rush when the thunder crackles
Fuck I blabble I'd love to chat but I'm blunt as shrapnel
Been stuck in shackles but once unraveled it's nothin' natural
We've come for the battles, like Donkey Kong with a hundred barrels

[Verse 7: Chillinit]
I quit the foolishness, green street like hooligans
Eats like it was Uber manouvering, I ain’t new to this
I'm back up on the track like Magavin, we on the shooter shit
I’m Billy Maddison to these rappers, this ain’t no Buddhist shit, the Buddha’s lit
Bredda's accredited like the movie clips
Crew be lookin Shaggy mysterious on some Scooby shit
Packed out with a boujee bitch and a Dooby lit
Delirious like Murphy I burn it and fuck the groupie chicks

[Outro: Chillinit]
One time, one time, one time
420 fucking family in you mouth cunt
Goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on
Cause it goes on and on and on
Until they breaking a fucking don and don and don
I was blazing on a J from the cradle to the grave
In Australia I'm made
You don't know nothin' bout the pain
It be 420 fam til we die
420 fam, fam, fam till we die
Every fucking day I be getting fucking high
You don't know shit about my fucking life
Fuck off, one time it's Australia cunt
Aaahh

Yo Chill' it's Nerve, I got those audio files
I'll get the mix back to you in half an hour and we'll drop that shit
Peace