ISH

Ntombazane ah, fuckin' with my ish
Hit up CPT, then I take your bish
I think Costa Titch, gon' be rich
Sibhema the ganja with Ganja we the ish
Ish! Ish! Ish! Ish!
Ish! Ish! Ish! Ish!
Ish! Ish! Ish! Ish!
Ish! Ish! Ish! Ish!
She say Costa Titch you smart, now give me top
Pull up on your block and you know we rock
All these homies screwed by labels, man they chopped
I’ll be running circles 'round 'em, never clock
Heita! S’pheth' i-data uzoqitha later
Phela, I pull up I leave, I’ll see you later
Wena, s’pheth' i-Diba, s’pheth' izaka
Aha, turn up ya mampela
Ntombazane ah, fuckin' with my ish
Hit up CPT, then I take your bish
I think Costa Titch, gon' be rich
Sibhema the ganja with Ganja we the ish
Ish! Ish! Ish! Ish!
Ish! Ish! Ish! Ish!
Ish! Ish! Ish! Ish!
Ish! Ish! Ish! Ish!
(Yeah, Don, look)
We the money fast, no Ramadan
Gotta cover when it comes to funds
Only rule is get your hustle up
Get the shit jumping, no double dutch
In a German whip, hit a double clutch
You need all the strength that you can master up
If you got plans of even touching us
With the mic bars don’t like buster duck
What the contract now gon' weigh up?
Manifested from the nights that we stayed up
Need a big drip baby, no
Split bread with the gang, no fondle
Sip Jameson by the litre, got a gold cup on me no Siya
A new feature cost a few sneakers
Puffing wild flowers from the root of evil
Ntombazane ah, fuckin' with my ish
Hit up CPT, then I take your bish
I think Costa Titch, gon' be rich
Sibhema the ganja with Ganja we the ish
Ish! Ish! Ish! Ish!
Ish! Ish! Ish! Ish!
Ish! Ish! Ish! Ish!
Ish! Ish! Ish! Ish!
Ntombazane ah, fuckin' with my ish
Hit up CPT, then I take your bish
I think Costa Titch, gon' be rich
Sibhema the ganja with Ganja we the ish
Ish! Ish! Ish! Ish!
Ish! Ish! Ish! Ish!
Ish! Ish! Ish! Ish!
Ish! Ish! Ish! Ish!