Mash Up

[Chorus: J Hus]

Take this bottle off me before I mash up the place

Bare smoke sorry if I ash up the place

All we do is ball, ball, ball

She rejected me when she coulda have had it all, all, all

Pass me the money, that's all

For every one friend, 100 niggas wanna see me fall

But I'm standin' up tall

Keep designer on the waistline

Remember what happened last time?

[Verse 1: MoStack]

Came in late, blame it on the black people's timin'

I turn four to a eight 'cause I'm doublin' like Ireland

And why these niggas give me hate? You'll be me soon keep grindin'

They say they roll to the 8, liddle motherfucker keep lyin' (liar)

Ayy, I just give them a high and go

'Cause them niggas wasn't with me through the highs and lows

She wasn't with me when I was broke

Babestation, pass me the Sky remote (gimme that)

[Verse 2: J Hus]

She wasn't with me them times there

Call me when your friends ain't there

They see me in my specs lookin' like a professional

Woulda never known I was a criminal

Would you eat it all? I need a greedy girl

You ain't bad at all, look, it's easy girl

Show me what them sweet lips do

And do it like you mean it too

[Verse 3: MoStack]

And does your pumpum bring life?

If it don't then you better give it life right now

And is your pumpum built tight?

I can't wait 'til the day that I find out

They turn fake and they last me

Friends turn to foes, why ain't nobody warn me though?

And I don't trust nobody

Me on my own, I'm a one man army, yeah

What does a wallahi mean to me

The other day I see an Akhi with a Jesus piece

You said Netflix and chill, now you teasin' me

You made me miss the whole Power season three

[Verse 4: J Hus]

She got a attitude problem

Claim your bad, baby come on then?

If I let you call me by my government

Are you gonna suck it like it succulent?

I'ma have you up late, do you like chocolate?

I'm an animal, I need a big batti girl

Bring a ratchet girl for my best mate

See the material, watch your step mate

[Verse 5: MoStack]

It's the four-eyed geek, bedroom freak

She don't pack her weave, 'cause her hair's on fleek

Then I step with Hus, he came through with Creeps

I don't smoke it up but pass the weed

I'm a alcoholic, oh, yes indeed

On the motorway, can we pass the police?

Baby, play the music and then play with me

Don't make it awks, ha take the lead

Ha that's your chain, that's the banter

Your chain have no h'ice like J Hus Fanta

I don't have no broads in Atlanta

But she in designer like panda

Fancy me, you're gonna kiss some guys

But I ain't complainin', I feel your vibe

And she's insecure, look, babe you're fine

That ain't stretch marks, that's tiger stripes

[Chorus: J Hus]

Take this bottle off me before I mash up the place

Bare smoke sorry if I ash up the place

All we do is ball, ball, ball

She rejected me when she coulda have had it all, all, all

Pass me the money, that's all

For every one friend, 100 niggas wanna see me fall

But I'm standin' up tall

Keep designer on the waistline

Remember what happened last time