Check Ur Mash

[Sample: Loski Westwood Crib Session] [Intro] (ayrtn tag) SD, SA Truss me, Harlem Listen [Verse 1] Beef me go check your mash Nah wait, go check your cash True say that we set that trend Now they all say mish and mash And barbies try chat like man Shit den, fuck them and splash 3 spartans, me, Bellz and Naghz Violate who?, Man creep on flats Lurk round on the other side, man do it in the day or evening Shoulda saw it coming like That's So Raven When we left bare man bleeding And something got splashed by Mizzy or Mac And I don't know which one spleeged it Gyal too lie, said that she's mine, uh uh gyal love dreaming What you gonna do when your friend gets wet Will you stay inside or ride for your dude They know me, I'm Loski Loose If Smarkz don't like, can't like them too Tsk, aye, c'mon We ride on you, aye [Verse 2] Spartans step, don't get catch in my zone Where's Aydee? He's in O Can't touch me, no, touch a button nah Man's got the opps on the ropes 125 with the mash or I'm taking my splash on toes, (aye) Any man taking pics with a opp is a opp So he must get soaked, (soaked) You don't really wanna bring arms out I'll bring arms to your aunt's house Man get splashed in beef, (aye) Only when they let their guard down Spartans stepped in the scene Them barbies, dem almost passed out Petty gyal in Moncler, (aye) Looking like she from France now I'm the one, that says, paigons out so my minds on beef I still trap trap, took a loss it's peak Still shank shank for my bro's on streets Got nuff- man wrap that, (tsk) Gyal on man with a fat back Step with bro, step with, aye [Verse 3] Harlem b And we splash them neeks Peng peng barbies on me I'm still telling 'em, slow down b Tell me, tell me would you mash them bands, trap like Aydee Or tell me do you run and hide or Them guys on the field gets peak Mish mash for the stack and figure Smoke man for Bellz. that's jigga And SA fell in love with his cutter We shoulda called him Jack the Ripper Emoji, trophy, she a winner I love caramel gyal with a figure And I don't know about Murder She Wrote Murder She Throat, cause the uck was a killer I get loose with the hammer I blast I'll bring the bruck to your mother's or aunt's Harlem only, don't do friends Spartans active, don't get kwenged That gyal dead, but the uck was 10 [?] the phone, hit the strip with peng Bro put a 9 in 8's and 10's I was with Ian and Larry and dem Bro had Rater skidding round ends I was like 9, when Mage had a 10 Mizzy and Latts with blades it's ments Camp on the opp block should've brought tents Free Young- I'll leave man drenched It can be bassy if a don look hench Them gyal see me with Lam and Dripz Now the hoes asking me if I'm 6 Slow down b, hurry up Harlem HS only but I do it for Prince Whip look bookey, wind down your tints One eye closed when I shoot, don't blink Splash man down, better pray he don't sink Splash man down, better pray he don't sink Fuck it I'm with 9 and Bud do show that's lock arff And the opps wanna check the score Check news we left so many restaurants lock arff Make the paigons dem Make the paigons dem start panic that's everyone run arff