Wallabees & Weejuns

(Vonne)
 
Must I, murk these boys for the one time?
 
Mouth full of gold like I’m Just-Ice
 
Niggas said “Fuck Change”? Should’ve said “Fuck Life”
 
Take you off this earth for nothing it’s still fuck the other side
 
Turn your name into dirt with one rhyme, two mics, check it 3 times
 
It sound nice, now where was I?
 
Buffalo Stance be how we stand, probably look unkind
 
Mentally been many places, but I’m from the Sunshine
 
Now what’s ya life like? You on them 4’s Huh? 
 
You got your deal you finna go and treat ya nose huh? 
 
She fucked another nigga you can’t let her go huh? 
 
You ain’t gon let no nigga play you bout your dough huh?
 
Stop Playing
 
 
 
(André)
 
Who ever said they the best, shit, they ain’t heard of we
 
Nah we off of that
 
Done toured the whole world lady 
 
We ain’t ya Average toe tappers, my sole A-1
 
Had the industry buzzing, since Day Ones
 
Thats on the low though, but you would never know though
 
The funds coming from tour runs, and the Venmo
 
My tape popping, you Depop-ing, what that mean though?
 
My fees low, 50/50 gimme those 
 
We just did a show with Courtney B. and the homie Lucy Dacus 
 
We ain’t leaving home until the fees is doubled and the flights is covered
 
Fuck the standard, tell me what you getting?
 
Tell me how you living?
 
Still getting jerked, for what it’s worth
 
The Labels made it worse
 
 
(Vonne)
 
 
I done ran through Glouce, Gucci’s and a Barbour coat
 
First name basis out in Drake’s on the Savile Row
 
Menzies on my Face, cold, acetate Italian made
 
Remind me what was your name? I’m finna get ghost
 
That golf spin corners like I’m really on the autobahn
 
Freespeed, tires smoking like some fucking gauloises
 
You niggas is jokes, my strap stowed in the armoire
 
I, call it my rainy day in case these niggas wanna play
 
We really don’t believe you, you need more people
 
Gold on my teeth I’ma stunt when I see you
 
Stunt when I want to, stunt when I need to
 
Pulled a ill fade now I stunt…
 
 
I might put some diamonds on my wr-wrist
 
South London bunnies always jumping for my hit list
 
Freeze, you a misfit, breeze in a instant 
 
Cause I don’t need no rep talking bout Vonne be on they pimp shit
 
Please, got a main bitch at home, she rock Margiela Cologne
 
I rock Chanel Number 5, you smell it in all my clothes
 
This that Gulf Coast Soul, Post-Punk Crunk Music
 
Boy Better Know, like my name Frisco
 
Woah
 
Ain’t no other way to play the game the way I play
 
I sell it to you straight before I ever tell a fake
 
Walk in the room Screwface make ‘em faint
 
Ain’t hard to tell that my name hold weight, that’s Change
 
 
(Hook)
 
Golden Flow ya hoes’ll know, yeah
 
Bass Penny Loafers, Teeth Rose-y Gold 
 
I once knew some niggas down the curb with smoke
 
Couldn’t hear you over the crowd at the London show
 
Playing Niggas in Paris in Paris
 
Béarnaise on all my steaks, we running through TSA, we making runaway plays 
 
You tried the crepes? They’re fucking great, thanks