Mash Up (feat. MoStack)

Take this bottle off me before I mash up the place

Bare smoke, sorry if I ash up the place

All we do is ball, ball, ball

She rejected me when she coulda had it all, all, all

Pass me the money, that's all

For every one friend, a hundred **** wanna see me fall

But I'm standing up tall, keep designer on the waistline

Remember what happened last time?

Came in late, blame it on the black people's timin'

I turn four to a eight 'cause I'm doublin' like Ireland

And why these **** give me hate?

You'll be me soon, keep grindin'

They said they roll to the eight, little motherfucka keep lying

Aye, I just give them a high and go

'Cause them **** weren't with me through the highs and lows

She wasn't with me when I was broke

Babestation, pass me the Sky remote (Gimme that)

She wasn't with me them times there

Call me when your friends ain't there

You see me in my specs, looking like a professional

Woulda never known I was a criminal

Would you eat it all? I need that greedy gyal

You ain't bad at all, look, it's easy girl

Show me what them sweet lips do

And do it like you mean it too

And does your pum pum bring life?

If it don't, then you better give it give it life right now

And is your pompom built tight? I can't wait till the day that I find out

Oh, they turn fake and they lost me

Friends turn to foes, why ain't nobody want me?

And I don't trust nobody, me on my own, I'm a one man army

What does wallahi mean to me?

The other day I saw an Akhi with a Jesus piece

You said Netflix and chill, now you're teasing me

You made me miss the whole Power season three

She got an attitude problem

Claim you're bad baby, come on then

If one of you call me by my government

Are you gonna suck it like it succulent

I'ma have you up late, do you like chocolate?

I'm an animal, I need a bigger batti girl

Bring a ratchet girl for my best mate

See the material, watch your step mate

It's the four-eyed geek, bedroom freak

She don't pack the weave, 'cause her hair's on fleek

Then I step wth Hus, he came through with Creeps

I don't smoke it up, but pass the weed

I'm a alcoholic, oh yes indeed

On the motorway, can me pass the police, baby

Play the music, then play with me

Don't make it awks, huh, take the lead

That's your chain, that's the banter

Your chain have no high like J Hus Fanta

I don't have no broads in Atlanta but

She in designer like panda

Fancy me, you're gonna kiss some guys

Ain't complaining, I feel your vibe

And she's insecure, look babe, you're fine

Them ain't stretch marks, that's tiger stripes

Take this bottle off me before I mash up the place

Bare smoke, sorry if I ash up the place

All we do is ball, ball, ball

She rejected me when she coulda had it all, all, all

Pass me the money, that's all

For every one friend, a hundred **** wanna see me fall

But I'm standing up tall, keep designer on the waistline

Remember what happened last time?