528 likes thats low for these 2 lads . Mad rap this stuff i thought be way more buy now i liked it years ago anyway there kicking goles now CHILLINIT HUSKII KING
Do it like you just don't care With your hands in the air like you're hailing a taxi Motherfuckers carrying less weight than crack feins Probably why their baby bitches in love in the backseat Do it like you just don't care With your hands in the air like you're hailing a taxi Run a couple of laps around of a brothers track Imma stack these bars, got stamina like an athlete Bust a rhyme Bust your neck like bust a rhyme If I bust on the mic stay busting mines I bust mine with a heart Don't fuck with mine (I hate em all) Back to you liars and snakes Eye to eye, you got eyes that are fake Don't got time, like it's time that you take But it's my time now, spit a rhyme in your face like Tick, tick-tock Times up now, I'm the king hip-hop No Rick Ross, but I still be the boss Taking bar for bar, I make sure the Kings Cross (I hate em all) I'm looking real skeptical [?], tracksuit Nike tee [?] Get P-Money I'm a rascal spliffing off the keno white shit You can say that I know bout' grime shit Fly shit, Bruce Lee come with a high kick Trust me I never been Damon Wayans But the boy could get blazed With a fat ass white chick I rain down bars All day till it's raining and pouring Too smart to get locked up Stay a free man like Morgan [Chorus: Huskii] Rain rain, go away Come again another day (Rain rain, go away Come again another day) Rain rain, go away Come again another day (They don't really know me, I love you) [Verse Two: Huskii] Ayy, ayy Stay with my team, I don't fuck with you bitches We 'sellin lean that we made in our kitchens I'm talking 'bout xannies when I say a brick in my face But they know we ain't talking of stitches I ain't fucking witches Ripping round in my town, with a cup full of mud [?] Juice got me chill, homies got coke And they know so they rowdy and vicious I keep having visions of me and the money Geezing on me, like they bees on the honey MC's on the scene, wanna be me it's funny I'm charging for feats, to put feeds in my tummy [?], for the savages 201 we don't hang with the amateurs Sippin' lean, poppin' xans, gettin' damages PayPal the plug for them packages PO want me back in green clothes Still I can't see through the weed smoke Still got them P's on the D-low Me and Chill on this beat going beast mode We put the effort in alone When we on the wrecking gonna wreck it then we go Anybody stepping to us better get the chrome Cause you never gonna give up till the enemy is ghost Fuck what you say, knocked off the Dre But I got the chronic and I need a detox Me and Chill on the beat Everybody see that we run shit like a fucking pair of Reeboks Give a motherfucker but they're reblogs Street problems, tryna bury these weak dogs Got a voice in my head, telling me to kill em all And the bitch telling me to turn the beat off Everybody wanna go and get their battle on Everyday is a battle, I live in Babylon Talk shit, watch them getting their babble on Why they tryna mix my words, get they scrabble on I can't count the cases caught Can't count the faces we paving them days in court I never made a call, I got no ones number I hate 'em all (I hate 'em all) Mine sharp I got razor thoughts Loan sharks, I evade 'em all I beat 'em cause the colour that I'm faded off I can't count the times I blazed it all And now they go and get it chasing rawts [Outro: Huskii] I hate 'em all, they don't really know me Ayy, ayy I hate 'em all, they don't really know me Ayy, ayy I hate 'em all, No wonder that I'm lonely Ayy, ayy I hate 'em all, no wonder that we smoke weed Rain rain go away, come again another day
