[Intro]
Yo
Back again

[Verse]
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
Get 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, n***a 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