Ayo turn up the track
Ah huh, ah huh poor the jack
Out, Greatest Aussie hit in the making
This is some real record breaking
Shit, coming straight outta the town
Cabo, Ayo, break it down
(Chorus)
Chillin on the block
Chillin with the rocks
On chillin on the block, homies sippin 4x’s
Chillin on the block, getting called by more ex’s
Chillin with tradies and ladies
Trying to get no babies
Waiting for the labels to pay me
So right now I’m just chillin on the block
Too bogan fo employment
So no employment
What a shame just enjoyment
Chillin round the fire
Haters hatin’ but I don’t give a fuck real lads admire me
Ladies desire me
I’m tryna be
The best in the game
This is just bogan rap
On my block we do bogan crap
That why this the Aussie hit
No one need to tell me I’m the shit
Cause I write what that they sip VBs
To they ain’t never seen an icon from the city
Named cabo, there ain’t been a significant bogan rap CD
So put the music up on full blas
I still write my rhymes in class
Get home and roll up the grass
Hate me you can kiss my ass
Ayo I got cabo in the house
Homies down with 2puff Venomouse
Lad who like to get the ounce
Smoke it down to the ash
Do whatever to stash
Some of that cash
Pull up in the 6’4 impala
Gamble all of my dalla
At the dice game
Tell ‘em nice game
And go cruisin through the city
Black SS playin that NWA CD
Vibin tryna find where they
(Chorus)
Chillin on the block
Chillin with the rocks
On chillin on the block, homies sippin 4x’s
Chillin on the block, getting called by more ex’s
Chillin with tradies and ladies
Trying to get no babies
Waiting for the labels to pay me
So right now I’m just chillin on the block
No responsibility not employed
So I just chill with my bois
Rollin up the joint
So just kill the phone
When I’m home alone
Roll a cone
Dealers on the pay roll
Smoking the pre roll (Pronounced pr e roll)
40oz on my lips
Chillin’ in one of my 14 cribs
On the streets with a sick flo
Tryna get in a six fo’
Relax with a Xanax
Opening the 10 packs of coronas
Rollin’ in the shitbox corolla
Mixing rum and coca-cola
Cabo boys never grow up
Tryna blow up
Speaking in rhyme
Bitch don’t touch a dime of mine
You broke, rob shoes, rob hoes
Get on stage put on a show
I be handlin’
My business motherfuckers be scramblin’
When I pull out at the gamblin’
Party (party) sippin’ Bacardi
15 years old widda Bugatti
Street lads roll one and gimme a hit
Cause they know I’m the shit
When I step in the booth and spit it
Call the dealers they finna give it
Gotta charger so I rollin’ it up
To Chermside visit the dealer so I rollin’ shit up
I be holdin’ it up
In the party
Sippin’ Bacardi
With jack hoppin’ in the Bugatti
Lighting crack smuggling the Mac
Under the seat (Short freeze) [Ah ah]
Life boring in my city
So we lay back blazing a cigi
Ridin with smoke in
Our lungs and dope in
Our backpack just chillin’
In the shack fillin’
Our cups up with jack
Smoke in my eyes tryna relax
Put the weed to the flame
Go ahead and smoke it mane
Shining in a Benz, switching lanes
Got the labels callin
Haters hatin cause I ballin
Going all in
At the liquor store, at Chermside
Chillin’ wid da whores smoking sherm, ride
With me I sip til my breath stink
Run out of drinks
Quickly move to the pub
Fuck, forgot the show at the club
All I can do is chill on the block
Chillin round the clock
(Chorus)
Chillin on the block
Chillin with the rocks
On chillin on the block, homies sippin 4x’s
Chillin on the block, getting called by more ex’s
Chillin with tradies and ladies
Trying to get no babies
Waiting for the labels to pay me
So right now I’m just chillin on the block
Turning kilos
Into zeroes
In the studio here we go
Tryna make the flow
That they’ve never seen be fo
Tryna be mo
Then someone in the land of bogan
Long as the gates open
I’mma stay hopen
That I’ll make it off these blocks
And put the city on lock
Me and my homie in the buildin
Just layin around, just chillin
Too broke To blow That dro
So I’m tryna make some dough
Writing down them rap flows
Ain’t copping bills
I be popping pill
Popping pussy
Blowing OG Kushy
Fuck rehab
We have
Weed and lines
In the city of bogans and nines
We all lads from the hood
Cabo kids always up to no good
We should
Get a proper job and support our mama
But fuck that we like to cause that drama
We be carrying that llama
When we dealin’ drugs
Don’t pay, you catch a slug
I’mma show these posh fucks pistol whippin
And I’mma teach these 14 year olds how to start sippin
They dads fine liquor
With da
Realest dilas
And killas
And how to chill on they block
Fuck with the vibe, they bust they glock
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