Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song MAZZA, artist - OFB. Album song Frontstreet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rat Trap
Song language: English
MAZZA |
| M1OnTheBeat |
| M1OnTheBeat |
| Skrr, mazza, reverse |
| Twin Rambos, I’m with Bando tryna put ten in your t-shirt |
| Step so much that my feet hurt, bro 'nem know how we work |
| I don’t wanna chill in this ride, I wanna get 'round and see first |
| Duck past but I was a G first |
| Man can’t tell me 'bout street works |
| I was playing finders, keepers |
| Do it on the spot like tweezers |
| My young G spends time with heaters |
| In a cab and I’m watching the meter |
| Driller on fleek, no Shefleeka |
| I’m a driller but I don’t play FIFA |
| Double Ls, I smoke like shisha |
| Merk, mazza, jeepers creepers |
| Bro just pulled up like, «yo, let’s get them geezers» |
| We rolled up with beaters, they do legs like cheetahs |
| Two Beamers, three litres, smoke up like reefa |
| Had a kitchen knife in Ibiza |
| Bang this wap, let’s see if you can dodge it |
| Broski pop it, I’m really horrid |
| Slap him in the back but the yute ain’t coughing |
| Pull up in spots like, «yo, who’s shotting?» |
| This ain’t no movie like Batman and Robin |
| I’m on the ride blacked out like John Wick |
| 017, labelled as a convict |
| Jump out gang, see him run like an ostrich |
| Got two in the dots like who’s on what? |
| Back this strap, get-got |
| .38 love spin like a watch |
| Jump out on a opp, watch him run like a fox |
| This is Farm block, no beef gets squashed |
| We bully our beef, I can put it on God |
| It’s waist and up, we ain’t aim for quads |
| For the future rides, I feel sorry for the opps |
| Spin the block, ay, who’s that yute? |
| I don’t wanna touch a innocent yute |
| But, hold up, wait, man I know that yute |
| 'Cause he throws up signs in pictures too |
| I don’t mention my works in tunes |
| Man step full 'round tryna put him on news |
| New GoFundMe page for you |
| When bells get stuffed in a chopped off broom |
| This X3 kicks off like a handting |
| No ramping, grab the mash and boot it |
| If I’m with Mitch, tell broski shoot it |
| Tearing my man, Xin Zhao and abuse it |
| You got a mash, yo, it must be toothless |
| Get off the fence, little man I ain’t stupid |
| Ring shots at opps, make music |
| Slap olders, I don’t mind getting |
| Yo, man’s been verified, no blue tick |
| Eight man blacked out, jump in two whips |
| Whole area on the lurk like, «who's this?» |
| Gassed with S like, «bro, let’s do this» |
| Step on the gas, X5, bro move this |
| Clueless, sweets on the dots gon' chew this |
| Ruthless, dust my head, you can’t screw this |
| Crashing out old vehicles on new whips |
| Real badman in the A, no broom stick |
| One shank here just to step and boom tings |
| Shotty too long, get hit don’t boom flick, rimkit |
| Mash on my rim don’t move it |
| I used to hang 'round there with a few kids |
| Now we got beef, I’m investing in new clips |
| Just got 'round there in a new whip |
| Mash jammed up, got the whole ride fuming |