CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Mazza
M1OnTheBeat
M1OnTheBeat
Skrr, mazza, reverse
Twin Rambos, I'm with Bando tryna put ten in your t-shirt
Step so much that my feet hurt, bro 'nem know how we work
I don't wanna chill in this ride, I wanna get 'round and see first
Duck past but I was a G first
Man can't tell me 'bout street works
I was playing finders, keepers
Do it on the spot like tweezers
My young G spends time with heaters
In a cab and I'm watching the meter
Driller on fleek, no Shefleeka
I'm a driller but I don't play FIFA
Double Ls, I smoke like shisha
Merk, mazza, jeepers creepers
Bro just pulled up like, "yo, let's get them geezers"
We rolled up with beaters, they do legs like cheetahs
Two Beamers, three litres, smoke up like reefa
Had a kitchen knife in Ibiza
Bang this wap, let's see if you can dodge it
Broski pop it, I'm really horrid
Slap him in the back but the yute ain't coughing
Pull up in spots like, "yo, who's shotting?"
This ain't no movie like Batman and Robin
I'm on the ride blacked out like John Wick
017, labelled as a convict
Jump out gang, see him run like an ostrich
Got two in the dots like who's on what?
Back this strap, get-got
.38 love spin like a watch
Jump out on a opp, watch him run like a fox
This is Farm block, no beef gets squashed
We bully our beef, I can put it on God
It's waist and up, we ain't aim for quads
For the future rides, I feel sorry for the opps
Spin the block, ay, who's that yute?
I don't wanna touch a innocent yute
But, hold up, wait, man I know that yute
'Cause he throws up signs in pictures too
I don't mention my works in tunes
Man step full 'round tryna put him on news
New GoFundMe page for you
When bells get stuffed in a chopped off broom
This X3 kicks off like a handting
No ramping, grab the mash and boot it
If I'm with Mitch, tell broski shoot it
Tearing my man, Xin Zhao and abuse it
You got a mash, yo, it must be toothless
Get off the fence, little man I ain't stupid
Ring shots at opps, make music
Slap olders, I don't mind getting nicked
Yo, man's been verified, no blue tick
Eight man blacked out, jump in two whips
Whole area on the lurk like, "who's this?"
Ga**ed with S like, "bro, let's do this"
Step on the gas, X5, bro move this
Clueless, sweets on the dots gon' chew this
Ruthless, dust my head, you can't screw this
Crashing out old vehicles on new whips
Real badman in the A, no broom stick
One shank here just to step and boom tings
Shotty too long, get hit don't boom flick, rimkit
Mash on my rim don't move it
I used to hang 'round there with a few kids
Now we got beef, I'm investing in new clips
Just got 'round there in a new whip
Mash jammed up, got the whole ride fuming
M1OnTheBeat
Skrr, mazza, reverse
Twin Rambos, I'm with Bando tryna put ten in your t-shirt
Step so much that my feet hurt, bro 'nem know how we work
I don't wanna chill in this ride, I wanna get 'round and see first
Duck past but I was a G first
Man can't tell me 'bout street works
I was playing finders, keepers
Do it on the spot like tweezers
My young G spends time with heaters
In a cab and I'm watching the meter
Driller on fleek, no Shefleeka
I'm a driller but I don't play FIFA
Double Ls, I smoke like shisha
Merk, mazza, jeepers creepers
Bro just pulled up like, "yo, let's get them geezers"
We rolled up with beaters, they do legs like cheetahs
Two Beamers, three litres, smoke up like reefa
Had a kitchen knife in Ibiza
Bang this wap, let's see if you can dodge it
Broski pop it, I'm really horrid
Slap him in the back but the yute ain't coughing
Pull up in spots like, "yo, who's shotting?"
This ain't no movie like Batman and Robin
I'm on the ride blacked out like John Wick
017, labelled as a convict
Jump out gang, see him run like an ostrich
Got two in the dots like who's on what?
Back this strap, get-got
.38 love spin like a watch
Jump out on a opp, watch him run like a fox
This is Farm block, no beef gets squashed
We bully our beef, I can put it on God
It's waist and up, we ain't aim for quads
For the future rides, I feel sorry for the opps
Spin the block, ay, who's that yute?
I don't wanna touch a innocent yute
But, hold up, wait, man I know that yute
'Cause he throws up signs in pictures too
I don't mention my works in tunes
Man step full 'round tryna put him on news
New GoFundMe page for you
When bells get stuffed in a chopped off broom
This X3 kicks off like a handting
No ramping, grab the mash and boot it
If I'm with Mitch, tell broski shoot it
Tearing my man, Xin Zhao and abuse it
You got a mash, yo, it must be toothless
Get off the fence, little man I ain't stupid
Ring shots at opps, make music
Slap olders, I don't mind getting nicked
Yo, man's been verified, no blue tick
Eight man blacked out, jump in two whips
Whole area on the lurk like, "who's this?"
Ga**ed with S like, "bro, let's do this"
Step on the gas, X5, bro move this
Clueless, sweets on the dots gon' chew this
Ruthless, dust my head, you can't screw this
Crashing out old vehicles on new whips
Real badman in the A, no broom stick
One shank here just to step and boom tings
Shotty too long, get hit don't boom flick, rimkit
Mash on my rim don't move it
I used to hang 'round there with a few kids
Now we got beef, I'm investing in new clips
Just got 'round there in a new whip
Mash jammed up, got the whole ride fuming
