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kazz finesse x stixx x jah 9 - mayhem lyrics

[intro: producer tag, stixx]
(jamma beats)
yo kazz
jah
boom boom boom boom boom boom

[verse 1: stixx]
spin in a maxima
4 5th in the p-ssenger
bend and i back it up
ain’t much to say now
trap all day gotta keep me a trey pound
new fit for the fashion
4 5th the fraction
i do subtraction
real talk bout my paper
the shooters wit me don’t play for the lakers
hold weight like a triple beam
run through squad
lil hoe ain’t no switching teams

[verse 2: kazz finesse]
since a youngin’ been balling
done ran through that
these n-ggas act up then i’m clipping that
you got what i need, boy just gimme that
40 start dumping, no chitter chat
all my n-ggas get the guap
no we never stop
run it up a lot
when i get the f-cking drop
shotta know it’s litt
we ain’t letting up

[verse 3: stixx]
i cannot lack gotta keep mine
told bro don’t stop for no street signs
how can i yield?
i’m in the field
spin through keep the seat on recline

[verse 4: kazz finesse]
spin through we go opp shopping
they ain’t outside
while we posted the drop watching
40 all up in my hand
i’m geeked up off henny
they won’t understand
if i catch you it’s you and ya mans
i backed out the chop and these n-ggas just ran

[verse 5: stixx]
when they see us they panic
tech on me and it don’t speak spanish
send shots they vanish
demons wit me
and we move satanic

[verse 6: kazz finesse]
now it’s back to the trap wit it
just post in the front
can’t go out the back wit it
call up flacko we on to that
just p-ss me the chop
and we spin and i handle that
love the money, do it for the racks
they see me and skate
man these n-ggas catch heart attacks
why the haters keep d-ckriding
i be getting h-lla cash, they just wait till the 6 flying
why the haters keep d-ckriding
i be getting h-lla cash, they just wait till the 6 flying

[verse 7: stixx]
choppa don’t speak wit no accent
run up on me and get turned into past tense
how can i lack, i’m not average
chasing the green
i will die for that cabbage

[verse 8: kazz finesse]
all my n-ggas straight savage
don’t talk on the book
n-ggas know i do damage
get green it’s a habbit
ya b-tch on my line
she in love wit my language
grab the bricks, get the money i’m gone
i’m back in the booth just to cook up this song
love the henny i don’t do patron
my shooters stay wit me
got beams on they jawns
lil n-gga, stupid b-tch

[verse 9: stixx]
i cannot run like i’m ricky
if it gets sticky
i got my glizzy
my shooters are known to get busy
louie spin wit ’em we leaving ’em drippy
kick in the trap door
this less than i ask for
kazz get the back door
run through, raid it
where’s my payment?
don’t get nailed to the pavement

[verse 10: kazz finesse]
rob a n-gga now he upset
just point to the money
and show me where the drugs at
know my n-ggas want all that
we don’t do the talking, we run down in all black
know my n-ggas want all that
we don’t do the talking, we run down in all black
since a youngin’ i been hot
got yo b-tch on my line
she like “kazz when the tape drop?”

[verse 11: stixx]
pull up in all black
hoodie and all that
shotta will knock off ya ball cap
we gon’ pull up in a suburu
dead men tell no tales
lemme show you what my shooters do

[verse 12: jah 9]
hollow tips in the 4 5
all my n-ggas wit the sh-ts
best believe that they gon’ slide
call up buddha wit the glock 9
when he pull up on the scene
then you know that it’s shots fired
all my n-ggas on dog time
big chook imma hit him up if he want shine
all my n-ggas on dog time
big chook imma hit him up if he want shine
and it ain’t no regrets
i’m just sending a message, ain’t sending no threats
call my dogs to pull up wit the tech
finna slide and we leaving ’em wet
you said shyste name, now thats your death
spin through garvey, we making a mess
dot got me laced, this sh-t hitting my chest
try to run down you get smoked like the rest
keep a beam on the glizzy
like dot you could get smoked like a fifty
take one to the figi
the glizzy is tucked, but just know i keep it wit me
couple shooters in the renty
and they boomin’ out the window
you ain’t seeing no figis
gotta know how to move
i could teach you the trap
i could teach you the rules
flip a pack maybe two
watch your pockets get fat
watch the faces go blue
n-ggas know what i do
don’t gotta say much, i stay wit a tool
go dumb, imma fool
them n-ggas tell lies imma tell you the truth
now it’s back to the trap wit it
if a n-gga run down in the spot we blasting it
all these n-ggas they act wit it
all my homies get a pack
and you know that they trapping it
all these opps they mad different
chucking on the book, like we ain’t spin back wit it

- kazz finesse x stixx x jah 9 lyrics

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