Mazza Freestyle

Big bro got chinged little bro got chinged Little cuz 2 dats a hatrick loosescrew got Chinged up x2 and dats knock 2 Why are u still rapping i ain't no 4's on a big mans job back my ting And dey vanish don't send little man Too do a big mans job back my ting And dey vanish dis girl way to rude Shes doin up nudes dis 1s comin like Lamen who's on who cool widda yute Dats what i call collateral damage dem Amn dwarfs shooting at doors dey sky Dere skengs in action im like dese man Dont want action Yo V, let’s suit and move Got me, V, T in the ride Man’s go S O too Man jumped out the whizz and crashed it V told me I could lean and shoot Trizz told me he’s riding, no sliding, man’s riding two Like You spent six on your VVS A dun run through two shot guns I’m tryna put him down on his face I ain’t tryna see him in the wrong 1 nah Man roll on your whole estate Real talk who wants some ( Grrat bap ) Now your broski’s got one I let it brr brr Dudumdudum Opp thotty on me, man’s drilling it Plus my flows are infinite I got a brown skin ting from the Zones I got a ting round Gillingham [?]house, man’s dishing it ‘Bout Sumner Road you’re billing it Would have lost that back strap, ah Jesus oh Lord Man talk ‘pon the internet Bro’s tryna drop me a ten Like roll up ments, roll up and finish them Jumped on…by Clapham Feel asleep by Twickenham And I told you when I roll through I ain’t on missing them Yeah we mad, yeah we crazy Big 44s with no safety Been moving skets real lately He has moves like he's got rabies Yeah we mad,yeah we crazy Do a ping to my wrist he's gone lazy If it's not bagel then it's tasty You already got dipped by Katie Yeah we crazy and we mad I want guns from Baghdad We're gonna drop ams I'm glad If it ain't us then who's bad It gets bloody like a girl's pad How many dippers had man had How many cases had gone Jake's add Get him and his conrads Tell the Kwengface "get the mop" but he already dropped that Juice Bang at his head, hole three blood, touches the wall and the roof I never took lies to the track, tell me when have I lied in the booth Your toss scored the game, but I don't rate cuz that nigga never tell the truth I don't give a toss, Ching him up, let him see my pom poms Bare back it no condoms Get his chest nar the long johns Pet now where I come from I want all I don't want some Push shanks through cotton's Fuck rans I'll serve you bon-bons