[Intro]
It's Madara Beatz
Gotcha

[Verse 1: DZ]
(Dazz)
DZ, I don't know about L's
Unless that shit there ends in V (Huh)
Please, man can never chat for me
I come old-school like Ed Hardy (How)
I went man in their blood-clart face
So man get bun out their Nike Tech fleece (Pow)
Try step on the Nizz, you're jokin'
Man poke him then leave that scene (Man down)
Poke that then rinse with bleach
On the opp block, they hide, we seek
Put one in the air, not using pods
Better every day, still countin' P's (Money)
Jeez, cop out the beef and heat
Make you rise up and fry that meat (Pow)
Turn that white T red
Crouch in the floor when I shoot like Pete (Shoot that)
Got my blade to your neck like a bowtie
Like COD, man's so blood thirsty
Spin that 'round, ching that down
Fuck the man 'cah they man, they quirky (Ching-ching)
This bad B come badder than man
And this bad B come chocolate like Hershey's (Badders)
Don't be in the middle like partings
Or I'll clart it and turn man Percy
[Verse 2: YF]
I will turn man potent packet
With the blade, move bold and ratchet
Swing it, give a man low to manage (Ching)
Definition of cold and savage
Vroom, skrt, beep-beep (Skrt)
Why they now link up on the streets?
On the backroad, touring n' speed
Man crash that, park that to my G (Man down)
For the Heat 'cah the ends are scorchin'
Vroom, vroom at the engine's warren
Over there, get fried with a burger
Chips know unlimited coolin' (Unlimited)
The tugs are fuckin' hazards
So you better approach with caution
Bang this trap and slam that hammer
Like ending bids in an auction
Red bandana, raise that flag up
If you're not even with it, get bored
Prince of Persia, wavin' swords
Man down even point ain't bold
Girl, bruck your back on all 4's right now
Let me see how you hold this wood
Let me see how you hold this clip
And if I don't hit, then my homies would
[Verse 3: DZ]
Tryna hunt a man down like Ben, Owen
Like he does it in huntin'
DZ, I ain't in no fronting
Swing my Anglo, have a man just stuntin'
Or I might empty these thoughts
Tryna cause like a rasclart pumpkin, like (Baow)
We make the skengs 'dem beat
Finna tape off streets when, I rise and dump this (How?)

[Verse 4: YF]
Back then, it was robbin' hoods
Now, I'm dishin' out food like I'm Robin Hood
It's over there where the shots get took
'Cause swing that ching and you're holdin' a jook
Look
Ain't sendin' a chorus
When I say I was swingin' a hook (Swing that)
Blood, all of my tugs are drillin'
Don't slip or get left in [?]

[Verse 5: DZ]
Get left in a fuckin' ditch
Swing my right arm in a figure of six, wait
In a figure of eight
I'm over them sides tryna catch this K (Dead)
In the mix like Bombay (Huh?)
In the can man stomp face (Baow)
Four years got rid in the wok 'cause I got down opps when I'm on mains
[Verse 6: YF]
Late night creepin' (Huh?)
But I still take shots in the mornin' (Shots)
Shift that gear then step in the gas
'Round here, no time for the stallin' (Skrr)
You would think that I have man sight seein'
If I say that we're opp block tourin'
In the field, we're scorin', scorin'
You feel the heat 'cah the ends is scorchin'

[Outro]
Fumez The Engineer