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