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Yo Back again They're like, "Yes Aystar, what's 'appenin'?" I'm like nuttin' much I'm killin' this rap again Doin' what I want, you know, that type of crap again Just come from the Dam and now I'm bored, I might fly back again But, the weed on the shelf Was kinda dead I grow better weed meself (Trust) Plus I'm banned now so I'm back taxi surfin' Or hangin' out the passenger side of one of me best friend's rides tryna holla at your girlfriend But I ain't a scrub so let's not even get that twisted She sniffed a whole half and didn't get that twisted That's when I knew from there she was heavy on the lemo She said d'ya sniff? I said, "N-O" I just smoke bare weed and have a little drink She said, "What's that you're smokin', Orange Cream?" I said, "Nah it's Lemoncello" But I get what you mean but don't act like you know your weed You've probably been sittin' with Gs who talk like they're smokin' On them kinda trees but babe they only smoke Cheese They wouldn't know a flavour if it hit them in the face Two pulls on this Kush one and he's askin' me, "is it Haze?" Babe, don't ever gas up these yutes They're not on our level, man'll smack up these yutes Child abuse SongtexteGet out on the block tryna get them (Bang) And now they're on the phone like 'let me grass up these yutes' Little maggots But I can't wait to get me whip back 'Til me whip's parked up, can't wait to get me shit back Ask about the drivin' passengers be gettin' whiplash I'm brakin' for the bumps then acceleratin' quick fast (Skr) Any Police are gettin' dipped fast They thought 'cos I was in a one litre it was a mismatch They didn't know that my shit moves, like proper quick fast Now they're callin', all units up on the dispatch They're like "Yeah, there's a car gettin' chased, looks like an ST but I can't make the plate" I said, "Yeah exactly, a car gettin' chased" 'Cause I'm always first place, that's what it looks like to Jakes First gear does 40, second gear does 70 Can't whip this like me bro, you'll end up in the cemetery I'm the type to go smoke a chase, go home and smoke some Lemon Tree Now let me see, I've got bars for days You can't smoke with me bro you're sparkin' Haze We only smoke flavours Wakin' the neighbours, nigga you work all month an then you smoke all your wages We ain't the same, we're on like two different pages Our Ps ain't the same, we're on like two different wages The rap's gone mad, I'm on like two different stages I'll go'n record a hit and jump on two different stages And then come off the stage and collect two different payslips Why? That's 'cause I'm heavy on the riddim I said that it was beef and look dread, I wasn't kiddin' I seen 'im same day and tried to get 'im with the Smith-n Slapped about six and disappeared like a magician Reappeared in the interview room 'cause someone's snitchin' No comment all the way, officer make your decision Let me go home, I've got the prosecution chattin' prison Little mofos, wanna come at me and they'll go missin' Turn this little ming into a victim when I licked 'im Somehow, I knew he'd go missin' when I ticked 'im, but I still ticked 'im Now I'm down this is a dead ting She's tellin' man she banged me, real talk it was a head ting It's 2019, I'm only dealin' with said tings I said, I'm only dealin' with said tings You're only dealin' with dead tings It's mad Aus Songtexte Mania