Run Up The Ball

[Intro: Chillinit & Lisi]
Ayy
Get 'em, Lisi
You're up, bro
Oh

[Verse 1: Chillinit & Lisi]
From the field to the good, that's rugby, so we both run balls way harder
Step on the field when I'm dressed all black with a ball, that's Daniel Carter
Kicked you a goal 'cause I'm way too smarter
All these other brothers got me feeling like a father
They don't mean nada
If footy doesn't work, then we gotta sleep cunts like Tai Tuivasa
Bro, we told these cunts what we stand for, now the whole scene all sounds corny
And my boy don't smoke on the gram, but hе spin you the word with a ball like Warne
If wе talking 'bout crickеt, then it's kind of hard for me to find the bars
But when I light the spark, all the ladies wanna come around and bat me off like Michael Clarke
So I'ma give it to 'em
I don't fox the car, they can't catch you
Front row chopped in half, you're Scott Sattler
Yeah, I pass the ball, the squads at you
Bang, bang, knock your door, it's like raptor
And if I ever said I grabbed a gun, I'll be a gammy cunt
But trust me, when I've had enough
It's like my first names Dylan and I play for the doggies from the way that I'll nap a cunt, ah
You're nervous, got 'em all hurting
Six foot tall in the front, I'm George Burgess (Yeah)
When I hop on a track, I put the work in
But when they hop on a track, it ain't workin' (Nah, nah)
Cocaine and the weed, they're both urges
Big Mac, when I'm on track, I flip burgers (Yeah)
And if it kicks off, one thing's certain
They call me Johnathan from the way that I be first in
Your girl look like a dropped pie
Like Stutter said, your mate, not mine
That shacked on my LG one time
Still 420 fam on the front line
They already know, four three-double O
With the 420 boys and we're always down to go
If they wanna burn it up, tell them boys fuck an oath
We'll be capable of things that you wouldn't wanna know
Dead-setter, mate, you're dead-deader
You're pathetic, you done played with a dog, you're Mike Ennis
Like letters, when I count up the dosh, it's like tennis
When I serve MC on a squash, it's like venom
These rappers really need to pick a path
I rush up like it's fifth and last, I'm on some other shit
You see these pussies wanna act like they're running it
Until you see their balls hit the ground like a grubber kick

[Interlude: Ray Warren & Peter Sterling]
Now it's away from Feeny here and Sherwin intercepted
Girdler, have the old legs got the pace?
He's in front by five, they're coming at him
Patten's after him, El Masri's after him
Girdler makes it, Girdler pulls out every ounce of stamina
He's done his hammy, mate

[Verse 2: Chillinit & Lisi]
But I don't really want no drama, I just want a big roll cash, G
Big rocks under the armour and my left's kick back El Masri
Can't catch me, roll up one, then I burn though
Kick off the tee, can't match me, Lis' on the wing with a ball like Fergo
I got signs of a star, I'm Virgo
Who, me on the wing? Nah, fuck that
Put me in the middle and I bet they won't run back
They be talking smoke, but I bet they don't want that, off that
We don't fuck with a lame ass
I got hits that'll take 'em out the game, bruhs
Only player out of Brisbane City that's making noise in this game, man, I'm feeling like Payne Haas
When the smoke's out, know that it's on you
Pop smoke in the night when I'm on you
Six boys like Jona Lomu
The back of the van and they all gon' bomb you
I dropped ten racks on a pontoon and my side chick know where the bongs are
Spend nights in a brand new castle 'cause I sidestep fields like Ponga
You wanna get real, go get you an Oscar
They ain't making money like me, impostor
Sickest in the game, man, I need to see a doctor
They will never prosper
Tryin' to get away, nah, baller, I got you
Put 'em on the ground and I'll stomp on his fuckin' head like—
Spent a million a year on purple
Made a million a year, full circle
But I'm still out the back like Virgil
A man be immortal, I'm like Clive Churchill
Footy bars, I can tell that they want more
Block play when I'm running through the front door
Chill put me in a track, now he's got me fucking hitting like I'm angry that the ref' made the wrong call

[Outro: Lisi, Chillinit, & Both]
I ain't got time for these rappers, man
They're not on these levels, man
Me and Chillinit
Run up the ball, but I don't play rugby
They can't keep up
Run up the, run up the, run up the
Run up the ball, but I don't play rugby
Hahahaha
Haha, another one