Tlc (feat. IXHII & L U N A)

Uh, what we doing here

Comar out in Sydney making every rapper disappear

Flight in TLC Bart got tables I come with the chair

Songs got them old white ladies dancing like Britney Spears

Grab the cash for shows invest em in some necklaces

You can't write a 16 worried bout if your neck glisten

Jonny Black ass rappers talking bout a scam

You live out in Terrigal with beach houses in Tannum Sands

He switch face on the track Photo Booth

Body built kronk compensating with a coupe

Ice Spice girls wannabe with me when I'm munching

I light worlds my raps strike like Jason Cummings

Hol up, you bitter, your raps cat litter

Boutta fuck on my ex like I miss Twitter

He at the shows not moshing he a weird critter

Post a snippet disappear he a rage quitter

Never been on struggle street

My shit be selling out

I'm in Bands Boulevard

12 garage house

Like Druskii standing on business

Never guard down

She said you got protection

Yeah this stick I'm pulling out

Headshot

Leon Ed

Dead on the red dot

Big yacht sniper scope

Aiming down then

Headshot

Headshot

Leon Ed

Dead on the red dot

Big yacht sniper scope

Aiming down then

Headshot

Academy in session

This shit 101

Beemer in the g550

Yo bitch in the trunk

Ayo Pilot I'll be back

Just let the engine run

I been drinking on the job

I'm getting money drunk

You think this funny huh?

I guess we let it spray

We ain't tricking we flip bands

Like Cirque du Soleil

On the other hand

We do this everyday

Keep the heat like LeBron

Bart got 3 call him D Wade

She said we better off friends and now I'm fucking her friends

Flight Academy got me dripping in France

Shawty giving head but I'm staring at her implants

I'm only trying to fuck if it jiggle

I don't know about chugga chugga

But I'm getting gawk gawk in a big red car

Dog I'm looking like a Wiggle

Talking like the scene is down pfft what a dumb take

Why he sending us hate taking up his lunch

My cousin shooting like a point guard

But he won't pump take fake

Aye, let's get it, let's get it, uh

Obsessed with chains, got a neck fetish

No one in the city know you just because the press said it

Take off with the Migos, we about to kick off-set it

Grand Prix cars on the wishlist

Baby wanna hit this

Love her aesthetic, think she on Pinterest

Hinge chick want my kink list

Only after 16 bars I'm gonna finish

Ain't heart of Flight?

Lemme put you on it

Never made a song you like

Stressing bout it people want it

Make shit for clout, for clicks, to get in economics

Fail get dependant on a Gin & Tonic

Well I get sober on a bar spree

He lost clout then copied Playboi Carti

Beat XL so we gotta do the Bart-man

Fat bills take your chick home, think I'm Cartman

Give a fuck about degrees if I step it's yellow fever season

If she think stepping in my castle tell her that she dreaming

Told her I can't swim so she driving round the boat

Yeah she looking for my semen

Yo bitch look like Shrek I tell a hoe to keep them layers on

Big Bart xl from Batangas with the balisong

Flight Academy

420 in the Honda H A

So ain't no falling off

I do what whatever I want

Yo milf of a mama gon pay for my lunch

Shout out to my cousin for the first pint I ever had

New Side piece going dumb on the dick

I'm getting special head