Run Up The Ball

Lyrics

[Intro: Chillinit & Lisi] Ayy Get 'em, Lisi You're up, bro Oh [Verse 1: Chillinit & Lisi] From the field to the good, that's rugby, so we both run balls way harder Step on the field when I'm dressed all black with a ball, that's Daniel Carter Kicked you a goal 'cause I'm way too smarter All these other brothers got me feeling like a father They don't mean nada If footy doesn't work, then we gotta sleep cunts like Tai Tuivasa Bro, we told these cunts what we stand for, now the whole scene all sounds corny And my boy don't smoke on the gram, but hе spin you the word with a ball like Warne If wе talking 'bout crickеt, then it's kind of hard for me to find the bars But when I light the spark, all the ladies wanna come around and bat me off like Michael Clarke So I'ma give it to 'em I don't fox the car, they can't catch you Front row chopped in half, you're Scott Sattler Yeah, I pass the ball, the squads at you Bang, bang, knock your door, it's like raptor And if I ever said I grabbed a gun, I'll be a gammy cunt But trust me, when I've had enough It's like my first names Dylan and I play for the doggies from the way that I'll nap a cunt, ah You're nervous, got 'em all hurting Six foot tall in the front, I'm George Burgess (Yeah) When I hop on a track, I put the work in But when they hop on a track, it ain't workin' (Nah, nah) Cocaine and the weed, they're both urges Big Mac, when I'm on track, I flip burgers (Yeah) And if it kicks off, one thing's certain They call me Johnathan from the way that I be first in Your girl look like a dropped pie Like Stutter said, your mate, not mine That shacked on my LG one time Still 420 fam on the front line They already know, four three-double O With the 420 boys and we're always down to go If they wanna burn it up, tell them boys fuck an oath We'll be capable of things that you wouldn't wanna know Dead-setter, mate, you're dead-deader You're pathetic, you done played with a dog, you're Mike Ennis Like letters, when I count up the dosh, it's like tennis When I serve MC on a squash, it's like venom These rappers really need to pick a path I rush up like it's fifth and last, I'm on some other shit You see these pussies wanna act like they're running it Until you see their balls hit the ground like a grubber kick [Interlude: Ray Warren & Peter Sterling] Now it's away from Feeny here and Sherwin intercepted Girdler, have the old legs got the pace? He's in front by five, they're coming at him Patten's after him, El Masri's after him Girdler makes it, Girdler pulls out every ounce of stamina He's done his hammy, mate [Verse 2: Chillinit & Lisi] But I don't really want no drama, I just want a big roll cash, G Big rocks under the armour and my left's kick back El Masri Can't catch me, roll up one, then I burn though Kick off the tee, can't match me, Lis' on the wing with a ball like Fergo I got signs of a star, I'm Virgo Who, me on the wing? Nah, fuck that Put me in the middle and I bet they won't run back They be talking smoke, but I bet they don't want that, off that We don't fuck with a lame ass I got hits that'll take 'em out the game, bruhs Only player out of Brisbane City that's making noise in this game, man, I'm feeling like Payne Haas When the smoke's out, know that it's on you Pop smoke in the night when I'm on you Six boys like Jona Lomu The back of the van and they all gon' bomb you I dropped ten racks on a pontoon and my side chick know where the bongs are Spend nights in a brand new castle 'cause I sidestep fields like Ponga You wanna get real, go get you an Oscar They ain't making money like me, impostor Sickest in the game, man, I need to see a doctor They will never prosper Tryin' to get away, nah, baller, I got you Put 'em on the ground and I'll stomp on his fuckin' head like— Spent a million a year on purple Made a million a year, full circle But I'm still out the back like Virgil A man be immortal, I'm like Clive Churchill Footy bars, I can tell that they want more Block play when I'm running through the front door Chill put me in a track, now he's got me fucking hitting like I'm angry that the ref' made the wrong call [Outro: Lisi, Chillinit, & Both] I ain't got time for these rappers, man They're not on these levels, man Me and Chillinit Run up the ball, but I don't play rugby They can't keep up Run up the, run up the, run up the Run up the ball, but I don't play rugby Hahahaha Haha, another one