[Intro: YF]
Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza, still
Sus-su-woo, free the O, Plugged In
Itchy, is that how you're goin' on, yeah?
Shout out Fumez, hazards, crashers, tugs
MADARA
Yeah!
[Verse 1: YF]
If I bring out the pump, we'll take away breath, ain't talkin' asthma (Tek 'way)
We got bag full of shells, we'll turn you spaghetti, boy, I ain't makin' pasta (Hella)
Cut to the blades, all saucy, gonna see red like a Christmas wrapper (Ching, ching)
They know black like panther, leave them all flat like a screen, no telly, plasma
[Verse 2: Izzpot]
Them man there actors like Idris
If I spin this, hold four from my shavers, see (Hold that, hold that)
He, he didn't run like Ricky, my blade got sticky, that shit's outrageous (Bow, bow)
Whizz get filled to thе max no Vapor, Vapor
Send him sky high like a scraper
Wе don't do link ups, see you later
Leave a boy's face on an A3 paper
[Verse 3: DZ]
Them man there love all the stuntin'
See them stuntin' like Jason Statham (How?)
In the fucking station
When they get nicked start writin' statements (Snitch)
This ain't no recess thing
Keep moving like Randall till you get shaven (Ching, Ching)
Tell Fizz be patient
Soon catch them by the strip too vacant
Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza, still
Sus-su-woo, free the O, Plugged In
Itchy, is that how you're goin' on, yeah?
Shout out Fumez, hazards, crashers, tugs
MADARA
Yeah!
[Verse 1: YF]
If I bring out the pump, we'll take away breath, ain't talkin' asthma (Tek 'way)
We got bag full of shells, we'll turn you spaghetti, boy, I ain't makin' pasta (Hella)
Cut to the blades, all saucy, gonna see red like a Christmas wrapper (Ching, ching)
They know black like panther, leave them all flat like a screen, no telly, plasma
[Verse 2: Izzpot]
Them man there actors like Idris
If I spin this, hold four from my shavers, see (Hold that, hold that)
He, he didn't run like Ricky, my blade got sticky, that shit's outrageous (Bow, bow)
Whizz get filled to thе max no Vapor, Vapor
Send him sky high like a scraper
Wе don't do link ups, see you later
Leave a boy's face on an A3 paper
[Verse 3: DZ]
Them man there love all the stuntin'
See them stuntin' like Jason Statham (How?)
In the fucking station
When they get nicked start writin' statements (Snitch)
This ain't no recess thing
Keep moving like Randall till you get shaven (Ching, Ching)
Tell Fizz be patient
Soon catch them by the strip too vacant
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