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Dickheads, the lot of 'em
I gotta stay real 'till I'm coffin'd in (I do)
I gotta lot of skill they just borrowing
They chat a lot of shit for the followings (Heaps)
Rip the cheeks, their mouths are filthy
Kid can preach but still thieve (Why)
Turn the speech he shouting guilty (He will)
We gone dip it deep and hope it kills the
(We do)
The plug had snow so he throws me some (Mmm)
Ain't getting love so he showed me some (Yeah)
I pay it all back when the road is done (I will)
I ain't hearing jack when the phone is on (Na)
They ask for Jill but the tone is wrong
Talking pills but the stones be strong (Thanos)
Different zones but they go to one
Bruz says he owns, he ain't owning one
Dickhead, of course he is
I move through your town like Morpheus
I don't do sound like them porpoises (None)
We ain't going down I do cautiousness
Mind my own, I like lemons
I do solo 'till the heavens
I like Polo, you like denim
Talk flow joe, but I wet 'em
(Easy)
Why you all walking to sheep (Wankers)
And I'm only talking elite
Why you all stalking the feed
I just want a portion to eat
I know you don't talk for the street
Be discreet if you foe me (Yeah)
I got reckons and Bowie's (Always)
Grab my dick, I'm getting Toey (Ha)
It don't do flicks, it's a Bowie
Dickhead, try your luck, take a turn
Still get stuck with it firm
Steel feels fucked so you squirm
Join the Earth with the worms
Turn his birth into urns
Like our turf when it burns
Never swerve from a earn
Ask my cousin, we ain't learn (Never)
Now he's doing five, it's firm
Keep it wavy, it ain't perm
Dickheads, the lot of 'em
I gotta stay real 'till I'm coffin'd in (I do)
I gotta lot of skill they just borrowing
They chat a lot of shit for the followings (Heaps)
Rip the cheeks, their mouths are filthy
Kid can preach but still thieve (Why)
Turn the speech he shouting guilty (He will)
We gone dip it deep and hope it kills the
(We do)
Dickheads, the lot of 'em
I gotta stay real 'till I'm coffin'd in (I do)
I gotta lot of skill they just borrowing
They chat a lot of shit for the followings (Heaps)
Rip the cheeks, their mouths are filthy
Kid can preach but still thieve (Why)
Turn the speech he shouting guilty (He will)
We gone dip it deep and hope it kills the
(We do)
Why y'all cheating ya sleep (Why)
You ain't four deep in a Jeep (Na)
Why you all talking this street
Like the LV's all stamped on your keys
Like this cheese just lands in your knees (There's not)
As if you all planting the seed
Fuck all your chanting and peace
Let 'em all Tampa the bay
Menace go ram on the seas (Idiots)
Thick heads, the lot of 'em
Why you can't think of the consequence
Why you can't think it's incompetence
Back to back, yeah, the monsters entered
It's fuck the lot 'till the lots offended
Bust the locks 'till my brothers fed men
You ain't get that, then we ain't brethrens (Na)
We see them as dead plans (Always)
Dickheads, met the lot, they imposters
Tell a flop from his posture
I ain't doing days off the roster
Why y'all thinking I've lost it
Eyes try blinking like croc lids
I'm Hugo 'Cause I boss shit
Speak chings, but it's clear they have lost it
Speak things but it's fear why their frosted
It's now clear why I'm king of this Aus shit
(Crown him)
Dickheads, the lot of 'em
I gotta stay real 'till I'm coffin'd in (I do)
I gotta lot of skill they just borrowing
They chat a lot of shit for the followings (Heaps)
Rip the cheeks, their mouths are filthy
Kid can preach but still thieve (Why)
Turn the speech he shouting guilty (He will)
We gone dip it deep and hope it kills the
(We do)
(You) Dickheads, the lot of 'em
I gotta stay real 'till I'm coffin'd in (I do)
I gotta lot of skill they just borrowing
They chat a lot of shit for the followings (Heaps)
Rip the cheeks, their mouths are filthy
Kid can preach but still thieve (Why)
Turn the speech he shouting guilty (He will)
We gone dip it deep and hope it kills the
(We do)