Running Bars 2

[Verse 1: ChillinIT]
Ah, shit
I sniff the coke with the rich folk
And spit that sick flow
Yabba-dabba-do! She screw that Flintstone
Fling stone at the rapper that tryin' to switch flows
Nympho with the hips, she be hanging off hip bones
You've got your ideas different if you buyed my business
Keep the bitches on my hips, Siamese sisters
I ain't be quitting till I find these riches
If you heard I'm givin' up, Chinese whispers, hah
Since sixteen, was me and like six teens
Spittin' fire sixteens, this boy could spit mean
Got big dreams 'cause the mouth spit fresh like Listerine
Me and Christine Aguilera on that big screen
Tryin' to get a little dirty, I spit the mean bars
Deep scars, you're stupid like retard
She smiled 'cause she wetter and wild than theme parks
We pass 'round that ganja, letting that weed spark
Girl, pass me the blunt, please, I got them young Gs
They carry bigger knives than Crocodile Dundee
I don't fuck with it 'cause the bars too funky
Trust me, I'm swinging on your bars like a monkey
Way too patient, Blakey is on the station
Tryin' to show the world these states of elevation
Tryin' to show the world the rhythmical situation
This nation, they stopping and staring upon that greatness, boy
I want the house with the pool and the jetski
Test me, homie, we kicking it like we Jet Li
Stress me, homie, these words are so dirty
My verses are tryin' to fuck you in the ear
Through your headpiece, boy
You wanna ride with the push to start
But you stuck with a ride that you push to start
Wait, I mean you literally push to start
You get the fuck up out your front seat and push your car, hah
I'm the best man
I'm not your guy at the wedding in the best man
Literally the best man
Green Street hooligan, but I don't go for West Ham
Yes, damn, Skepta shot down at my next chance, ha
I'm Rick James, mix it with Ving Rhames
Switchblades, cocaine, some bars, and a mixtape
Bad bitch, fat spliff and we fuck her for six days
Fillet mignon, that pussy like Lil Wayne
I partied with Russell Brand, rolled up a couple grams
Called Ed Sheeran and flew to the motherland
I borrowed a hundred grand, then wrapped it in rubber bands
Just to throw it at a stripper that told me she loved to dance
And that ass so fat, you build a home on it
Pussy so good, fuck a dollar, put the mortgage and the loan on it
I make the pussy ring like my phone on it
Gotta say I'm 420
Hahaha, fuck, I'm just too psyched to be back, feels good
Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait

[Interlude: Connor McGregor]
I just wanna say from the bottom of me heart
I'd like to take this chance to apologise
To absolutely nobody
The double champ does what the fuck he wants

[Verse 2: ChillinIT]
Chill, where the fuck you been?
Been next to the fire
I'm warmin' the bars with a bit of that heat
Flow making the temperature higher
UFC fighter, got 'em tapped out
Smoke Herb Dean till I feel blacked out
And the road to success on GPS
So I guess I got the whole thing mapped out
Vocals are fucked
Tryin' to get a little more coke for that buzz
Tryin' to have a line but the whole bag's gone
So I'm probably gonna fuckin' overdose in the club
DJ, turn the vocalist up
I'll send the man deaf that are close to the front
Trust me, if your girl got them booty
See them damn legs? I'ma open 'em up
You could get striked, ten-pin bowling
Been on the ball, but nah, we not Spalding
Not Ellie, but covered in gold-ing
Brother, it's poker, trust me, you're folding
Limp Bizkit, I keep rollin'
Ain't Drake, but I been controllin'
Limp Bizkit, I keep rollin'
Ain't Drake, but I been controllin'
Young girls come down tryin' to kick it with me
Tell a girl that she's not FIFA
Now she wanna be my queen (Nah)
Tell her she's not Latifah
You hear the bass get deeper
I fiend for the rap that come through the speaker
Simon said, follow the leader
Bottle, bottle, swallow, repeat it
Huh, I just crash my car
Like my last name Brock and my first name Peter
Look, young boy not down for the games and I don't play Sega
Fuck me, spit bars so sick that my fan base all got a virus, Zika
And I feel on top of the world
I don't even rhyme these bars no more
Ha, funky medina
Saturday night, I been stuck with a fever
At a disco with a disco biscuit
While the disco bitches try and touch on the wiener
Earn more stripes than a zebra
Spotted your girl like a cheetah
Beyoncé'd that bitch, made her a diva
Now catch us on the next season of Cheaters
See me go A-plus, see me flow C-minus
Minus the fact I'm the head of this rap ting
The CEO of the bars, C3, add one
Boom, go bang when the C4 blow
Tell John Cena that he couldn't see me
But tell him I see him when he see me flow
I'm a smooth operator, call me head honcho
Brew got me wasted like pronto
I get under your belly like Alfonzo
More box than a Mario game, huh
I'm partial insane, in an hour it gets dark in my lane
Rap track gets spat back these days
And your chat lads don't put heart in your game
I don't fuck with the Instagram
Much rather get me an instant gram
Smoke me a blunt, I'm 'bout to see what's up
'Cause I've never been a bitch, I'm an instant man
I don't fuck with the Instagram
Much rather get me an instant gram
Smoke me a blunt, I'm 'bout to see what's up
'Cause I've never been a bitch, I'm an instant man
Not western, but you're what I'm into
Slice like razors, cut like a Ginsu
Fuck me while you judge me
If you don't know me, you don't know what I been through
Not western, but you're what I'm into
Slice like razors, cut like a Ginsu
Fuck me while you judge me
If you don't know me, you don't know what I been through
Chill