MAZZA

Jesus Christ

Mazzalean (Mazzalean)

When I'm pulling up, muddy dungarees

Ayy, make the place look like a murder scene

Ayy, when I make moves I'm a money fiend

Suicidal tendencies, what's up man?

Feel like I'm down I say what's up?

Way too, way too, way too gully, give me money

Cannot trust me, no one ever fucking buss me change

(Buss me, buss me, buss me, buss me, buss me)

Look how shit changed

Feeling like these drugs made me better than I was

But I never felt love before the drugs

So now I say what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up?

Say what's up?

Feel to revert to my old ways

Cricket tickets, wraps of cocaine

Sticky fingers, shoplifters

We got tools like Homebase

Lift a finger, dug his own grave

Same, same with the same name

Closed case

Red wine, no rosé

Do genocide for the whole gang

You're telling lies now I'm energised

I'm more precise

Walk in made a Big Bang

Propane with a Roxanne

Gin and tonic, I'm a bigger topic

Bigger pocket, can't close my wallet

Quicker blotting like my name's Sonic

Glass home, we stone chucking

Mazzalean (Mazzalean)

When I'm pulling up, muddy dungarees

Ayy, make the place look like a murder scene

Ayy, when I make moves I'm a money fiend

Ayy, make the place look like a murder scene

Ayy, when I make moves I'm a money fiend

Olive, body shaped like a bottle

Popeye off of spinach

Pop a model till she wallow

Dropping Tyler off, damn

Light a flame, toss a Molotov

Drop it off then I Mazel Tov

Pop a whole God dang champagne bottle cork

Still might find me in a mosh pit

And I still ain't even corporate

Walked in with who I worked with, yeah

Yeah, run up on you while you're jogging

Make you listen to my Walkman

Mixtape shit streams, never seen make a whole boat sink (Listen bitch)

Watch all the hoes pay attention when I walk in

Stroll in like an old man

Like I popped like 4 Xans

**** acting like close friends

Fam, don't even know mans (Naw)

Tell the kids I'm a grown man

Pop two steps, slow dance (Dance)

Got jokes uptown Harlem World

New York like I'm Pop Smoke

Riding 'round in the drop Rolls

Watching rats in the pot roast

Finga polish with the top coat

The bottom platinum but the top gold

Bling, bling, that's barcode

Ring, ring, that's a smartphone

Beep, beep, there your heart go

Slowthai, here your part go

Mazzalean (Mazzalean)

When I'm pulling up, muddy dungarees

Ayy, make the place look like a murder scene

Ayy, when I make moves I'm a money fiend