[Chorus: HAZEY]
Gotta mix these packs and potions
No P's 'til I put a SIM in a burner
I'm on the block like Werner, backroad lurker
Fully paid, bro, I'm an earner
I fly past, I'm a headtop turner
Them olders are washed like Sami Khedira
And they should start calling me uncle
'Cause when I speak on these beats, they get murdered

[Verse 1: HAZEY, M1llionz]
I had to pebble up both, shut the curtains
Late nights up in the lab, I'm still working
Straight facts if I’m droppin' a verse in
I took an L, then I kept on learning
They can't stop mе now, it's not working
Purging 'til the phone keeps on twerking
Gotta switch thе spot, they're still lurking
Big bat, cookin' up tunes, I put work in (Lagga)

[Verse 2: M1llionz]
I gotta bring this strap to the motive, this blue .41 ain't a typical burner (Grr, baow)
I miss my browning from Toxeth named Paris, that was my original squirter
And Serena (What?)
Russian roulette, man, I might just spin it and burst you (Woi, woi, woi)
Don't do it for the media cah the .44's like Graeme Souness, when it kicks, it's a hurler
(*Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*) That's your girl in backshot
I heard your song when you said she's a freak, but to tell you the truth, man, her arse weren't that soft (Nah)
Don't you know I like them nice and firm? Yeah, ride it, girl, baby, twerk that ass off
I'm laughing, thinking when HAZEY's jeeting, when it gets hot, does he take his mask off? (Hahaha)
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