Walk & Talk, Pt.1

Oi, yeah, it's me again

'Bout time to beat up the beat again

'Bout time I bring up my fee again

They get mad I ain't seein' 'em

Beautiful women, I'm seein' 'em

Think these rappers getting PMS

Player hater got a heap of them

Fanbase deep, like a D and M

All my flows they stealin' 'em

I be a goat they sheep and 'em

Try jump in our boat, come in our camp

I smell fish, BCF

That's living barry

Whipping cities like a British cabbie

Never ever see me dilly-dally

She got a back and that shit a fatty

Swear to God nearly killed me

She barely fit in the building

I barely fit in the scene

But they still giving me bills please

Hanging with moms I'm a true G

I might just buy her some sushi

I might just cop her some Louis

One day when my pockets is gooey

One day when my pockets is fatter

I might cop a watch but it's obvious that

I be plotting for total domination

Can't you see it I am an abomination

I am not the patient, bitch I'm the doc

Like I was Dre, but you is a flop

Get off the cock, look at the clock

I think it's time, you gettin' lost

Peace, tie-dye

Ladies love how I rhyme like ooh

Tryna get on my line like, ooh

But I isn't no wifi

No, you can't connect

Pass the mic and then pass that cheque

Whipping rhythms in the kitchen with 'em

Got 'em cooking up like this is MasterChef

I feel like an Aussie legend

I'm Mark Webber, you a half stepper

I'm a bar setter, I'm a star better get a

Heart check up 'cause I'm full of fat

They all talking like they good at rap

I think you lying you good at that

Try to flex but you looking wack

Coulda, woulda and you shoulda lad

Nike beaters on my feet

Baby only roll with freaks

And I ain't slept in a week

And that's my MO

Uh, never looking weak

I'm combustion on a beat

And I'm blowing up the streets

With this ammo

Aye, they mad that I popped

I'm back to the top

I'm hot 'cause I'm fly

And you ain't 'cause you not

Ya girl she look like Pauline Hanson

Pippin' on the rocks

My girly look like nuclear fission

She lookin' bomb

In Feb, I dropped a bomb

Next year I'll drop a planet

I'm spinning rings around 'em like Saturn

Because I plan it

Bet you didn't catch that

Brissy on the map lad

I'll be making classics

While rappers are making hash tags

Aye, flavour country baby

Put that in your Slush Puppy and suck it

Walk into a bars

Peace