MAZZA - OFB, Mitch

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

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?»

Gassed 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