Zippin' Em Up

Kers the man that they call when they need a

Money, fame or they looking for a feature

Tell 'em I ain't giving a fuck

I didn't do shit, my pants I'm just zipping 'em up

Kers the man that they call when they need a

Money, fame or they looking for a feature

Tell 'em I ain't giving a fuck

I didn't do shit, my pants I'm just zipping 'em up

I ain't ever looking back, it's the Kers in here

I'm the reason why all the bitches thirsty here

Pants full of pills, I'ma share 'em with my brother man

You hold my stack, it hurts your back and can't fit in the rubber band

You got a problem? Well I got a solution

Rappers ending up dead, they say I'm pollutin'

I'm the man of this shit if you didn't know

And you can check all the stats on the videos

Or you can check from the ARIA charts

Or you can check from the paper, look remarkable star

Plus I got your bitch and she calling the phone

But I threw my mates number, she won't leave it alone

I'm a king standing staunch, I remain in my place

I don't check online so just say it to my face

Fifth album in, in a matter of years

Money buys happiness, your favourite rapper is here

Kers the man that they call when they need a

Money, fame or they looking for a feature

Tell 'em I ain't giving a fuck

I didn't do shit, my pants I'm just zipping 'em up

Kers the man that they call when they need a

Money, fame or they looking for a feature

Tell 'em I ain't giving a fuck

I didn't do shit, my pants I'm just zipping 'em up

Heard they talking gritty, other side of city

ABK in the cars, are you ready?

Shuie came home, we were leaning back

He said, "Your raps kill 'em all, I'll leave 'em flat"

I'm like, "No need for that, 'cause they pussies bro"

We the ABK, we the best of both

Triple J compared us to the Aussie Death Row

Like what the fuck are they trying to say?

Full blacklisted, still find our way

And the view from the top looks kinda grey