Check Ur Mash

[Sample: Loski Westwood Crib Session]

[Intro]
(ayrtn tag)
SD, SA
Truss me, Harlem
Listen

[Verse 1]
Beef me go check your mash
Nah wait, go check your cash
True say that we set that trend
Now they all say mish and mash
And barbies try chat like man
Shit den, fuck them and splash
3 spartans, me, Bellz and Naghz
Violate who?, Man creep on flats
Lurk round on the other side, man do it in the day or evening
Shoulda saw it coming like That's So Raven
When we left bare man bleeding
And something got splashed by Mizzy or Mac
And I don't know which one spleeged it
Gyal too lie, said that she's mine, uh uh gyal love dreaming
What you gonna do when your friend gets wet
Will you stay inside or ride for your dude
They know me, I'm Loski Loose
If Smarkz don't like, can't like them too
Tsk, aye, (c'mon)
We ride on you, (aye)

[Verse 2]
Spartans step, don't get catch in my zone
Where's Aydee? He's in O
Can't touch me, no, touch a button nah
Man's got the opps on the ropes
125 with the mash or I'm taking my splash on toes, (aye)
Any man taking pics with a opp is a opp
So he must get soaked, (soaked)
You don't really wanna bring arms out
I'll bring arms to your aunt's house
Man get splashed in beef, (aye)
Only when they let their guard down
Spartans stepped in the scene
Them barbies, dem almost passed out
Petty gyal in Moncler, (aye)
Looking like she from France now
I'm the one, that says, paigons out so my minds on beef
I still trap trap, took a loss it's peak
Still shank shank for my bro's on streets
Got nuff- man wrap that, (tsk)
Gyal on man with a fat back
Step with bro, step with, (aye)

[Verse 3]
Harlem b
And we splash them neeks
Peng peng barbies on me
I'm still telling 'em, slow down b
Tell me, tell me would you mash them bands, trap like Aydee
Or tell me do you run and hide or
Them guys on the field gets peak
Mish mash for the stack and figure
Smoke man for Bellz. that's jigga
And SA fell in love with his cutter
We shoulda called him Jack the Ripper
Emoji, trophy, she a winner
I love caramel gyal with a figure
And I don't know about Murder She Wrote
Murder She Throat, cause the uck was a killer
I get loose with the hammer I blast
I'll bring the bruck to your mother's or aunt's
Harlem only, don't do friends
Spartans active, don't get kwenged
That gyal dead, but the uck was 10
[?] the phone, hit the strip with peng
Bro put a 9 in 8's and 10's
I was with Ian and Larry and dem
Bro put a 9 in 8's and 10's
I was with Ian and Larry and dem
Bro had Rater skidding round ends
I was like 9, when Mage had a 10
Mizzy and Latts with blades it's ments
Camp on the opp block should've brought tents
Free Young- I'll leave man drenched
It can be bassy if a don look hench
Them gyal see me with Lam and Dripz
Now the hoes asking me if I'm 6
Slow down b, hurry up Harlem
HS only but I do it for Prince
Whip look bookey, wind down your tints
One eye closed when I shoot, don't blink
Splash man down, better pray he don't sink
Splash man down, better pray he don't sink, fuck it
I'm with 9 and Bud do show that's lock arff
And the opps wanna check the score
Check news we left so many restaurants lock arff
Make the paigons dem
Make the paigons dem start panic that's everyone run arff