[Intro]
Mazi
Mazi (Smooth Crew Beats)
Mazi on the motherfuckin' beat, man
Look, look

[Verse]
I got them racks in my pants, no shit
Designer on me compliment my blick
Four for the fit, my diamonds dancin', shinin', they lit
His ho wanna fuck, she'll lick my spit
She'll probably lick my shit, sell the pack bit by bit
Knock' em off hit by hit, I'm bustin' them bitches, abortin' them jit by jit
He wanna beef, I don't even beef no mo'
N***as who beef be poor
She never fucked with a n***a like me
She said she never been with a me before
LV turtleneck for the first date, I'm a real street guy but I got good taste
Shawty a freak, so she got good face
Bad, thick-ass bitch with a real slim waist
I know I'm poppin', yuh, stackin' this bread, I ain't stoppin'
I know you been on my dick like a toppin'
All in Givenchy, they wanna know what I paid for the Bentley
I'm too conceited, when I was young, I swear I was mistreated
So now I'ma flex on 'em
Aim for his face, fuck the vest on him
I gave him five then my dog put the rest on him
You say you live, I'ma gon' put the test on 'em
Yeah, and he better pass
Couldn't even count me a hundred in class
Now I got two hundred right here on the dash
I'm going faster, she on her knees, I'm her master
Got it stacked thick like a book, it got chapters
Aventador red with some black like the Raptors
I'm 'bout that action but I ain't no actor
I ain't no actor and this ain't no movie
Whole cup of Henny got me feeling groovy
Nine got a dick but my stick got a booty
I never sold nothing less than a cutie
She never fuck with nothin' less than a baller
I got her number but I ain't gon' call her
He got her number, she say he a rundown
I only send out my hits when the sun down
You hear the gun sound, I know I'm hot I can feel when the sun pound
You know you caught when your hands touch the gun round
She tryna plot, she keep asking to come down
I know he not with the shit, he don't come 'round, yeah
He don't want beef with lil' Mazi
Up like I drank a whole gallon of coffee
I be ongoing, can't nobody stop me
Conceited, I'm cocky, that's why these bitches block me
That's why your n***a not me
Lil' homie told, I know that's how they got me
Meddlin' n***a the reason they caught me
Peddlin', I'm on a mission, fell in but I tote the Smith 'n
Better than you, I don't mention, got a MAC and it's a tension
I keep it for all of the tension
[Outro]
(Smooth Crew Beats)