Combi

Intro

Ayy, it's 187 (Ayy, woah)

(Sippin' and trippin' and sippin' and trippin' and sippin' and trippin', you know?)

(Ayy)

Chorus

Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi

Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi

Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi

Tuna-chill, tuki- yeah, ayy

Verse 1

Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi

Tunakula two chicks in a row type of combi

Tuna-sip gin tuki-stone in the lobby

Good combinations got me looking like a zombie

Roll another doobie, go big or go home

This is like a hobby, let me get in my zone

Let me blow trees in the fuckin' ozone

Lay up with your bitch if you look at me wrong

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm actually a humble guy

I'm just tryna get high, then somebody tried to lie

So I had to light his ass like the Fourth of July

Supply demand, demand supply

That's what you need to get by

That's what you need to stay high

Combi ya tei na mamanzi, you might die

But combi ya tei na mamanzi ndio inadai

Chorus

Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi

Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi

Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi

Verse 2

DVK back in the booth and you can tell your friends

I was broke, niggas telling me to sell my dreads

Hold up, why am I going into these bars again?

All the ganja got me dancing with the stars again

All my niggas wanakula tu ma-combi (Wanakula tu ma-combi)

Naskia FOMO lakini samosa ni forty (Ai!)

Mi si homo lakini bora nikule njoti (Eh?)

Yaani njugu, stop thinking of zile za Jordi

El niño, making waves, mi Fernando (Mi Fernando)

On the stage, you already know I'm robbing ankles

Leave you in the dust up in the quadrangle (Quadrangle)

Baadaye I'm on the bus, biting on the mango

On the field, ain't no fucking with the eclipse

You're taking shots but I'm saving them like a flash disk

Big forehead, big dreams za kuwa big fish

Bonga biz nami, I'm just tryna get rich

Hating in the comments, utakuwa dismissed

Chorus

We just chillin' in the spot, eatin' combi

We just chillin' in the spot, eatin' combi

We just chillin' in the spot, eatin'

Yeah, look (It's K-Spot in this motherfucker, man)

Verse 3

I don't feel alive, till I spark one, nigga

On that Green House shit, we'll put a mark on a nigga

I ain't never loved no hoe

But Mary and Jane got me in my feels, straight from the heart, nigga

I'm ballin' like I'm in my prime

Pussy come with drama, nigga, I ain't got the time

She tryna hit my line up and I hit decline

'Cause a nigga busy gettin' high

Yeah, yeah, yeah, look

Take a chill pill, you should try do that

I stay smokin' strong, you know it's that good gas

You should slow it down sometime, no need to move fast

Just sit back, relax, get gas, kick back while we

Spit gas on wax and spazz on tracks

Get on the map, we been like that

No comin' back from what I got for ya

It's exotic burnin'

A little dose really finna knock your lungs over

Spot

Chorus

Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi

Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi

Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi

Tuna-chill, tukikula tu ma-combi (Ayy)

Outro

Woah

Sippin' and trippin' and sippin' and trippin' and sippin' and trippin', you know?

Ayy

Tunakula tu ma-combi, tuko hapa

Na askari yuko pale ako jaba

Sippin' and trippin' and sippin' and trippin' and sippin' and trippin', you know?

Ayy

Tunakula tu ma-combi, tuko hapa

Na askari yuko pale ako jaba