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Letra : Mazza Freestyle
Big up Mazza TV
347, 3's up
3's up, MF
MF, Graveside
Ay, free Fire, free Jolie
Free the mandem
You know
And f**k the opps, innit
Ahahah, free Live'O, free Teeway
Ay, listen
Free Tentz
Free all the gang
Ay, look
Step on strips, they know I'm wid it
Pulled up in bruck-down dingers, is it?
Might have to call Exhibit
Lil' one, we're going out fishing
Dig it, taste my blade and kiss it
Don't stay if your heart ain't in it
Wicked, Trigs got bored, who's winning?
Two shanks in my hand like Ridd**k
For my bros I'll risk it, b*t*h
Opp B from the paigon strip
She sucks my d**k and I jeet on t**s
They know I'm a G side tug, for my bros I'll ride for the miss
How many man been touched in Ring?
That's why they hide on the Hill, some pricks
Me and K, pushbikes in Ring
See no one, bare kids and civs
Think twice 'bout wearing a vеst 'cah we aim for the neck, bеst wear a bib
Pull up in the L2 strip or aim them sticks tryna aim at wigs
I got love for the 15 inch, that yute was p*ssed when I tore through ribs
Big 15, don't lack
Inject my blade and twist in backs, tell an opp boy "Hold that"
JKSav, he already got splashed, why's his name JSav?
M90 ain't no driller, he had his wap and still got shanked
K was holding hands and ran with his yat, that neek ain't bad
Man said "ZsSho", like how can you lie on tracks?
Don't mention my name you t***, you got shanked with flicks by a kids, you fa**
Ay, wheel it up, man
Step on strips, they know I'm wid it
Pulled up in bruck-down dingers, is it?
Might have to call Exhibit
Lil' one, we're going out fishing
Dig it, taste my blade and kiss it
Don't stay if your heart ain't in it
Wicked, Trigs got bored, who's winning?
Two shanks in my hand like Ridd**k
For my bros I'll risk it, b*t*h
Opp B from the paigon strip
She sucks my d**k and I jeet on t**s
They know I'm a G side tug, for my bros I'll ride for the miss
How many man been touched in Ring?
That's why they hide on the Hill, some pricks
Me and K, pushbikes in Ring
See no one, bare kids and civs
Think twice 'bout wearing a vest 'cah we aim for the neck, best wear a bib
Pull up in the L2 strip or aim them sticks tryna aim at wigs
I got love for the 15 inch, that yute was p*ssed when I tore through ribs
Big 15, don't lack
Inject my blade and twist in backs, tell an opp boy "Hold that"
JKSav, he already got splashed, why's his name JSav?
M90 ain't no driller, he had his wap and still got shanked
K was holding hands and ran with his yat, that neek ain't bad
Man said "ZsSho", like how can you lie on tracks?
Don't mention my name you t***, you got shanked with flicks by a kids, you fa**
Somebody tell Oso, like, tell him that his girl is trash
Come and collect that slag
I think the mandem ra**ed her back
Opps love talk 'bout leggies, while shh got chinged in his headie
And shh got chinged in his chest
And shh got lost his legs
Oh sh*t, that one was stressed
So dead, that talk 'bout meds
How many times? Ay, listen
...
Out on the 4's where doors get popping
Run slow, then my bro don't miss
Still laugh when I see man dropping
In due time when the paigon slips
Spill some juice on the pavement, stopping
It's that time when they inject this
Leave man coughing, big rambo gonna tear up kids
Take risk, get fished all bait
Cooking him up, like what's for dinner?
Spill some liquor, now me and bro spill juice that's thicker
T house, no quill, just shiver
Dishing O tings make cats turn bitter
Known drug dealer, taking your spot
Didn't care about driller
Mister maker, we're making spots
Spot turn red, lemme bring that runner
Bring that car, trap round here, get j*rk one hunna
Flip bread, then I have no b***er
Turn it 'round again, now I have no other
I got my brother banking them packs, just saved each other
...
Ay, ay, look, ay
This wap does beat like Carli Gray
The opp holds two like Jasmine J
Me and K did a beef in the Grave so we stepped in the 2's or the OBK
Too many ballies on face
Bro, who's that? It's just my mate
They took an L, could have got himself faced
Ten toes step on the ride with the tray, with the tray, no Songz
See the blade, my one's long
She wants me inside tryna turn me on, but catch me outside tryna turn man off
Ay, free up Teeway, got locked up today, you know
Come on
Free him
Ay, look, ay
This wap does beat like Carli Gray
The opp holds two like Jasmine J
Me and K did a beef in the Grave so we stepped in the 2's or the OBK
Too many ballies on face
Bro, who's that? It's just my mate
They took an L, could have got himself faced
Ten toes step on the ride with the tray, with the tray, no Songz
See the blade, my ones long
She wants me inside tryna turn me on, but catch me outside tryna turn man off
Put him in line, face on a top
Twin rambos, [?] toss
Took off the door, watch all of the cops
No whiteboy, but I don't give a toss
We don't see these opps in battle
But it's okay, they've already lost
I was in shamble when your broski dropped
If only KB died, woulda been a 3.5 in a pot
Mz almost died, what a lucky don
Gotta shout out bro for that one
Times ten, times two
Shout out DA for the extra Q
How sad, he got shanked in the head times two
JSav screamed when I bricked his yard
Went straight through the window and it licked his Marge
JT punched up JC's teeth, now he can't eat, what a f**king neek
ZS got banged in the face by Miz 'cah he wanna play gangster and act on vids
How many times have I ran down these kids?
I step on their block on foot, I leave with pushbike
Back my blade, I won't fistfight
125 or pushbike
YB's ex, diggin' it
Asfar pack, I'm billin' it
Zush from the Grave, I'm militant
1v1, finishin'
If I back my ramz, I'm getting him, wettin' him, ay
Look, buck into me, better run your fastest
Buck into me, better run your best
Free gang, they're heartless
Free bro-bro, he loves slap at heads
F**k with them, make yourself a target
You can get bored for sittin' on the bench
I'm onto them regardless
'Cah they claimed they're on my friends
They try and slap that corn
The runner come round, take snaps instead
See me, I'm bad like Bourne
On the opp block, tryna leave it red
Don't fall in remorse
Step on your block tryna drench man's chest
Gotta fit my alarm for course, sh*t, the feds really give a man stress
No cap, we really on badness, bally on face, we'll get that point
Bro's on joints, K got tanned and he lost his points
He died over there, like boy
Ran out of luck, didn't have no voice
Heard opps tryna make some noise
Now bro wanna step by force, not choice
Ride out, oh really?
Now bro wanna lurk in whips
Can't tell pigs who he splashed, it's easy
I'm in the ride and this shotgun's sneezy
Still got slugs, I'll turn man sleepy
How the opps tryna flex in pics?
Showed man P's, get bored by TV's
Still out with my rambizz tucked
Get away from bro, that's luck
Get seen in the ends and these GM's get touched
The plugs got things and stuff, now bro's in cunch tryna build that trust
Bill that up
Get that grub and the T gets flipped
He ain't stained no kitch' on hip
Got smoke in the bag, no joke, it rips
Get got in—
Ay, listen, ay
Get got in the block like Fatal Fields
And the older there turned pack, bet that he wished that he had his shield
See I ain't on a Fortnite ting when it's real life sh*t when a man get killed
And I wield my shank in hip when I touch that strip and I test my skills
Seal up in a deaded hlll, they know I can say that twice
My ding-dong peds or hoopty, hop out the ride and a man got knifed
Ask a man what happened that day
OBK, they stayed inside
And why are my opps so shy?
I swear that we got down Davon twice?
Who's that guy in the ride?
Like, who's that all black figure?
Got bored by an all black n***a
Us man swing them shanks like dinner
I swear YB got quicker, last time I caught him like he a sprinter
Ay, listen
Don't lack
Me and bro wanna glide on the opp block
With the dot-dot tryna corn mans hat
Facts, these n***as ain't got chat
Rise my shank, tell my bro "Spill that"
If not peddle bike trips, it's dinger
That wizz blacked in, so my bro knows that
Spot on the glide, don't slip or hide
If a man don't run, get whole head whacked
Tramps, these b*t*hes can't give chat
If a 43 dies, I'mma laugh on Snap
Bro-bro just greased that grub, but f**k that
We get busy and dump that
Lurk on the strip, think kway, "Don't run back"
If bro ever lacks he'll tan that
Done that, talk on the Farm don't come back
...
...
Might lose that shield
Ay, yo, listen
Step on the strip and I tape off the crib
I'm Zush from the Grave, they know 'bout the kid
Splash, splash, you know how it is
Running through girls and running from Trident
...
Mummy knows I'm poised, the trap I stay
Can't see bae, so I see funds
Banking's gay, warned bro-bro, now he's up in Scrubs
The young boy just wants his pay, no vaca' when he flew that grub
Get drops all day, no Lele when your bro got touched
Heard them man keep food in whips
They know M, you'll gotta take it, skeet
Check that quick 'cah I see sweat drip when I found that reek
Late night, many cat wants ticks
Just do it so the Lizz don't ring
Hit a stain, now we got things
Cutting something, couldn't talk 'bout trips
Bro, don't pause
Mz's oozing, so he splashed him more
Pa** the parcel, what shank, you sure?
Grip, it's harmful, so don't get caught
Wildest thoughts, no verbal when your older's corpse
K got tanned on the Hill, of course
Another throwback when Trigs got bored
These opps don't learn and they don't earn, so it don't make sense
Think twice and the bridge gets burned
Twist it and turn, now my kitchen's bent
No way can I cry 'bout words
Slap by the opps, now they cry 'bout death
Sh*t's all ments, even thought that when he hopped that fence
You can hold it in your back, no packing
This shank gonna tear through layers
When K had a dizzy pattern, two man up on your block, what you sayin'?
Specks hopped that fence
He was in the garden praying, I can tell you 'bout more that day
Dellz died, he got left on the pavement
If you know, then you know
Come we go slide round OB, the block where K got smoked
Ay, ay, ay, listen, ay, listen
Ay, look, back again, ay, look
This grey one way too inner
Just tear up an opp boys inners
Yuck, see what he had for dinner
Surprise in the bag, no Kinder
Name me Jack, but I step with the ripper
Run, trip up or get dip up
Sauced his head, made him look like Simba
347, 3's up
3's up, MF
MF, Graveside
Ay, free Fire, free Jolie
Free the mandem
You know
And f**k the opps, innit
Ahahah, free Live'O, free Teeway
Ay, listen
Free Tentz
Free all the gang
Ay, look
Step on strips, they know I'm wid it
Pulled up in bruck-down dingers, is it?
Might have to call Exhibit
Lil' one, we're going out fishing
Dig it, taste my blade and kiss it
Don't stay if your heart ain't in it
Wicked, Trigs got bored, who's winning?
Two shanks in my hand like Ridd**k
For my bros I'll risk it, b*t*h
Opp B from the paigon strip
She sucks my d**k and I jeet on t**s
They know I'm a G side tug, for my bros I'll ride for the miss
How many man been touched in Ring?
That's why they hide on the Hill, some pricks
Me and K, pushbikes in Ring
See no one, bare kids and civs
Think twice 'bout wearing a vеst 'cah we aim for the neck, bеst wear a bib
Pull up in the L2 strip or aim them sticks tryna aim at wigs
I got love for the 15 inch, that yute was p*ssed when I tore through ribs
Big 15, don't lack
Inject my blade and twist in backs, tell an opp boy "Hold that"
JKSav, he already got splashed, why's his name JSav?
M90 ain't no driller, he had his wap and still got shanked
K was holding hands and ran with his yat, that neek ain't bad
Man said "ZsSho", like how can you lie on tracks?
Don't mention my name you t***, you got shanked with flicks by a kids, you fa**
Ay, wheel it up, man
Step on strips, they know I'm wid it
Pulled up in bruck-down dingers, is it?
Might have to call Exhibit
Lil' one, we're going out fishing
Dig it, taste my blade and kiss it
Don't stay if your heart ain't in it
Wicked, Trigs got bored, who's winning?
Two shanks in my hand like Ridd**k
For my bros I'll risk it, b*t*h
Opp B from the paigon strip
She sucks my d**k and I jeet on t**s
They know I'm a G side tug, for my bros I'll ride for the miss
How many man been touched in Ring?
That's why they hide on the Hill, some pricks
Me and K, pushbikes in Ring
See no one, bare kids and civs
Think twice 'bout wearing a vest 'cah we aim for the neck, best wear a bib
Pull up in the L2 strip or aim them sticks tryna aim at wigs
I got love for the 15 inch, that yute was p*ssed when I tore through ribs
Big 15, don't lack
Inject my blade and twist in backs, tell an opp boy "Hold that"
JKSav, he already got splashed, why's his name JSav?
M90 ain't no driller, he had his wap and still got shanked
K was holding hands and ran with his yat, that neek ain't bad
Man said "ZsSho", like how can you lie on tracks?
Don't mention my name you t***, you got shanked with flicks by a kids, you fa**
Somebody tell Oso, like, tell him that his girl is trash
Come and collect that slag
I think the mandem ra**ed her back
Opps love talk 'bout leggies, while shh got chinged in his headie
And shh got chinged in his chest
And shh got lost his legs
Oh sh*t, that one was stressed
So dead, that talk 'bout meds
How many times? Ay, listen
...
Out on the 4's where doors get popping
Run slow, then my bro don't miss
Still laugh when I see man dropping
In due time when the paigon slips
Spill some juice on the pavement, stopping
It's that time when they inject this
Leave man coughing, big rambo gonna tear up kids
Take risk, get fished all bait
Cooking him up, like what's for dinner?
Spill some liquor, now me and bro spill juice that's thicker
T house, no quill, just shiver
Dishing O tings make cats turn bitter
Known drug dealer, taking your spot
Didn't care about driller
Mister maker, we're making spots
Spot turn red, lemme bring that runner
Bring that car, trap round here, get j*rk one hunna
Flip bread, then I have no b***er
Turn it 'round again, now I have no other
I got my brother banking them packs, just saved each other
...
Ay, ay, look, ay
This wap does beat like Carli Gray
The opp holds two like Jasmine J
Me and K did a beef in the Grave so we stepped in the 2's or the OBK
Too many ballies on face
Bro, who's that? It's just my mate
They took an L, could have got himself faced
Ten toes step on the ride with the tray, with the tray, no Songz
See the blade, my one's long
She wants me inside tryna turn me on, but catch me outside tryna turn man off
Ay, free up Teeway, got locked up today, you know
Come on
Free him
Ay, look, ay
This wap does beat like Carli Gray
The opp holds two like Jasmine J
Me and K did a beef in the Grave so we stepped in the 2's or the OBK
Too many ballies on face
Bro, who's that? It's just my mate
They took an L, could have got himself faced
Ten toes step on the ride with the tray, with the tray, no Songz
See the blade, my ones long
She wants me inside tryna turn me on, but catch me outside tryna turn man off
Put him in line, face on a top
Twin rambos, [?] toss
Took off the door, watch all of the cops
No whiteboy, but I don't give a toss
We don't see these opps in battle
But it's okay, they've already lost
I was in shamble when your broski dropped
If only KB died, woulda been a 3.5 in a pot
Mz almost died, what a lucky don
Gotta shout out bro for that one
Times ten, times two
Shout out DA for the extra Q
How sad, he got shanked in the head times two
JSav screamed when I bricked his yard
Went straight through the window and it licked his Marge
JT punched up JC's teeth, now he can't eat, what a f**king neek
ZS got banged in the face by Miz 'cah he wanna play gangster and act on vids
How many times have I ran down these kids?
I step on their block on foot, I leave with pushbike
Back my blade, I won't fistfight
125 or pushbike
YB's ex, diggin' it
Asfar pack, I'm billin' it
Zush from the Grave, I'm militant
1v1, finishin'
If I back my ramz, I'm getting him, wettin' him, ay
Look, buck into me, better run your fastest
Buck into me, better run your best
Free gang, they're heartless
Free bro-bro, he loves slap at heads
F**k with them, make yourself a target
You can get bored for sittin' on the bench
I'm onto them regardless
'Cah they claimed they're on my friends
They try and slap that corn
The runner come round, take snaps instead
See me, I'm bad like Bourne
On the opp block, tryna leave it red
Don't fall in remorse
Step on your block tryna drench man's chest
Gotta fit my alarm for course, sh*t, the feds really give a man stress
No cap, we really on badness, bally on face, we'll get that point
Bro's on joints, K got tanned and he lost his points
He died over there, like boy
Ran out of luck, didn't have no voice
Heard opps tryna make some noise
Now bro wanna step by force, not choice
Ride out, oh really?
Now bro wanna lurk in whips
Can't tell pigs who he splashed, it's easy
I'm in the ride and this shotgun's sneezy
Still got slugs, I'll turn man sleepy
How the opps tryna flex in pics?
Showed man P's, get bored by TV's
Still out with my rambizz tucked
Get away from bro, that's luck
Get seen in the ends and these GM's get touched
The plugs got things and stuff, now bro's in cunch tryna build that trust
Bill that up
Get that grub and the T gets flipped
He ain't stained no kitch' on hip
Got smoke in the bag, no joke, it rips
Get got in—
Ay, listen, ay
Get got in the block like Fatal Fields
And the older there turned pack, bet that he wished that he had his shield
See I ain't on a Fortnite ting when it's real life sh*t when a man get killed
And I wield my shank in hip when I touch that strip and I test my skills
Seal up in a deaded hlll, they know I can say that twice
My ding-dong peds or hoopty, hop out the ride and a man got knifed
Ask a man what happened that day
OBK, they stayed inside
And why are my opps so shy?
I swear that we got down Davon twice?
Who's that guy in the ride?
Like, who's that all black figure?
Got bored by an all black n***a
Us man swing them shanks like dinner
I swear YB got quicker, last time I caught him like he a sprinter
Ay, listen
Don't lack
Me and bro wanna glide on the opp block
With the dot-dot tryna corn mans hat
Facts, these n***as ain't got chat
Rise my shank, tell my bro "Spill that"
If not peddle bike trips, it's dinger
That wizz blacked in, so my bro knows that
Spot on the glide, don't slip or hide
If a man don't run, get whole head whacked
Tramps, these b*t*hes can't give chat
If a 43 dies, I'mma laugh on Snap
Bro-bro just greased that grub, but f**k that
We get busy and dump that
Lurk on the strip, think kway, "Don't run back"
If bro ever lacks he'll tan that
Done that, talk on the Farm don't come back
...
...
Might lose that shield
Ay, yo, listen
Step on the strip and I tape off the crib
I'm Zush from the Grave, they know 'bout the kid
Splash, splash, you know how it is
Running through girls and running from Trident
...
Mummy knows I'm poised, the trap I stay
Can't see bae, so I see funds
Banking's gay, warned bro-bro, now he's up in Scrubs
The young boy just wants his pay, no vaca' when he flew that grub
Get drops all day, no Lele when your bro got touched
Heard them man keep food in whips
They know M, you'll gotta take it, skeet
Check that quick 'cah I see sweat drip when I found that reek
Late night, many cat wants ticks
Just do it so the Lizz don't ring
Hit a stain, now we got things
Cutting something, couldn't talk 'bout trips
Bro, don't pause
Mz's oozing, so he splashed him more
Pa** the parcel, what shank, you sure?
Grip, it's harmful, so don't get caught
Wildest thoughts, no verbal when your older's corpse
K got tanned on the Hill, of course
Another throwback when Trigs got bored
These opps don't learn and they don't earn, so it don't make sense
Think twice and the bridge gets burned
Twist it and turn, now my kitchen's bent
No way can I cry 'bout words
Slap by the opps, now they cry 'bout death
Sh*t's all ments, even thought that when he hopped that fence
You can hold it in your back, no packing
This shank gonna tear through layers
When K had a dizzy pattern, two man up on your block, what you sayin'?
Specks hopped that fence
He was in the garden praying, I can tell you 'bout more that day
Dellz died, he got left on the pavement
If you know, then you know
Come we go slide round OB, the block where K got smoked
Ay, ay, ay, listen, ay, listen
Ay, look, back again, ay, look
This grey one way too inner
Just tear up an opp boys inners
Yuck, see what he had for dinner
Surprise in the bag, no Kinder
Name me Jack, but I step with the ripper
Run, trip up or get dip up
Sauced his head, made him look like Simba
