[Chorus: Mazza L20]
I'm working on my sleazy flow, the rats are on some sleazy shit
Catch him at his mum's house 'cause that'll be the easiest
And they can never catch me slipping 'cause I'm devious
They shot me once or twice, I left the hospital on greaziness
Coulda caught a case because the wounds we left were grievous
Tryna squash the beef but fuck that 'cause we're not leaving it
Yous have all made your bed so yous can bleed in it
You bеtter watch your dog 'cause he will bitе if you're not feeding him
[Verse 1: Mazza L20]
Psycho in a hypo 'cause we got keys for it
And we're not stopping for the police, we're high-speeding it
They've been fucking with the flow, bro they're feeling it
They've been fucking with the flow because I switch it up
I dropped "Murdaside" and had the labels tryna hit me up
Moving like a doctor how the judges tryna stitch me up
My bro will cut the smile off your face, he don't give a fuck
Telling him to chill 'cause we're nice, now we've did enough
Do it for the boys who are lifed off, in prison stuck
Your dad was on the wing smoking spice, tryna sell his stuff
I can drop the price and make the hittas go and chef you up
Beefing on the road, they come to prison and they tell the govs
Snitching on the jail phone, phoning home to tell his mum
I'm the one that's patterning the wok, they're tryna get me spun
Bro just copped a new Glock, I told him, "Get me some"
If I give the green light then he's getting done
I'm working on my sleazy flow, the rats are on some sleazy shit
Catch him at his mum's house 'cause that'll be the easiest
And they can never catch me slipping 'cause I'm devious
They shot me once or twice, I left the hospital on greaziness
Coulda caught a case because the wounds we left were grievous
Tryna squash the beef but fuck that 'cause we're not leaving it
Yous have all made your bed so yous can bleed in it
You bеtter watch your dog 'cause he will bitе if you're not feeding him
[Verse 1: Mazza L20]
Psycho in a hypo 'cause we got keys for it
And we're not stopping for the police, we're high-speeding it
They've been fucking with the flow, bro they're feeling it
They've been fucking with the flow because I switch it up
I dropped "Murdaside" and had the labels tryna hit me up
Moving like a doctor how the judges tryna stitch me up
My bro will cut the smile off your face, he don't give a fuck
Telling him to chill 'cause we're nice, now we've did enough
Do it for the boys who are lifed off, in prison stuck
Your dad was on the wing smoking spice, tryna sell his stuff
I can drop the price and make the hittas go and chef you up
Beefing on the road, they come to prison and they tell the govs
Snitching on the jail phone, phoning home to tell his mum
I'm the one that's patterning the wok, they're tryna get me spun
Bro just copped a new Glock, I told him, "Get me some"
If I give the green light then he's getting done
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