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