Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mashin Out, artist - B12. Album song The Kollection, in the genre Date of issue: 11.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 12 Entertainment
Song language: English
Mashin Out |
| Wha, stupid, wha |
| Why we so fuckin' stupid? |
| Thizz is what it is |
| Dumb is how we come |
| MD, in the buildin' with Jay Tee |
| B-12, yarrrrramean? |
| (I know what you mean) |
| Check it out |
| When you pass me the ball, I must dunk |
| When you see me and a broad, I leave 'em punch drunk |
| Uh, with one punch, lumpity-lump-lump |
| Lump chumps, niggas is out to lunch |
| You ain’t know, I come through in the clutch |
| Quit actin' like a Greg, this ain’t The Brady Bunch (Marsha) |
| Punks, my niggas is made men |
| Playin', get your chest caved in |
| But they be in, house sprayed in |
| While I’m drivin' off in your gray Benz |
| Your potna shady, gettin' ready for a wake |
| He on the pavement, give up that cake |
| I’m doin' 80, shakin' Jake, hot pursuit |
| Nigga, I’ma shoot if I hav to shoot |
| Absolute, I hit you with the AP |
| Smash out in the coup with the cuddie Jay Tee |
| Now, the shit gets funky, we lashin' out |
| Make another catch, start cashin' out |
| We mashin' out, 'cause we ain’t trippin' |
| Take another sip, and keep on dippin' |
| The shit gets funky, we lashin' out |
| Make another catch, start cashin' out |
| We mashin' out, 'cause we ain’t trippin' |
| Take another sip, and keep on dippin' |
| Now, if the bitch wanna fuck, she will get peeled |
| A cat gettin' over? |
| He will get killed |
| Or will get dealt with civility |
| The crime scene that your kids loved you dearly |
| But why did you have to go against the grain? |
| That bullshit there, I can’t understand |
| Thought we was cool but you fooled a friend |
| I let you slide once, you gon' do it again |
| Call your mama quick, tell her that you leavin' |
| In 45 seconds, you won’t be breathin' |
| Tried to fuck me but I fucked you quicker |
| Tried to fuck with him but it got way thicker |
| Now you in a problem that can’t be solved |
| A couple more killers done got involved |
| Lucio De Mas and Frisco Pesci |
| Why in the fuck did you try to test me? |
| (Why?) |
| Now, the shit gets funky, we lashin' out |
| Make another catch, start cashin' out |
| We mashin' out, 'cause we ain’t trippin' |
| Take another sip, and keep on dippin' |
| The shit gets funky, we lashin' out |
| Make another catch, start cashin' out |
| We mashin' out, 'cause we ain’t trippin' |
| Take another sip, and keep on dippin' |
| I thought they told ya, I’m a soldier |
| Jay Tee’s gettin' lit in Dre’s Rover |
| And he got the 4−5, I got the flamethrower |
| Remember all that shit you was talkin'? |
| Game over |
| They got me fucked up thinkin' that I just rap |
| Beside cats, I ride with the nine strap |
| I bang bang (Bang bang), I click clack (Click clack) |
| I claim gangs, you ain’t with that |
| You better get back, I ain’t no creampuff |
| Tryna stunt in front of hoes just to seem tough |
| I’m a rider, send these hollow tips inside ya |
| All nighter, bona fide 4−1-5er |
| We in the rap game tryna get this rap change |
| But it ain’t shit to turn it back to the crap game |
| This is what we do, this is how we do it |
| We got the ball again so we run it right through it |
| Now, the shit gets funky, we lashin' out |
| Make another catch, start cashin' out |
| We mashin' out, 'cause we ain’t trippin' |
| Take another sip, and keep on dippin' |
| The shit gets funky, we lashin' out |
| Make another catch, start cashin' out |
| We mashin' out, 'cause we ain’t trippin' |
| Take another sip, and keep on dippin' |