Marz Marz Music Yeah Yeah Mwuh Mwuh Do it in Finland, shout out to Hyhoudini A-Rest, Hy-Oh-Been-ian But that case, Gavon or Jeannie Hop on a vibe, but off not Kinky, I really need me a sweet one like sweetie Might act freaky, might act cheeky But I find love in the yards and Lizzie Mizzie, niggas know me, I'm Chakiddi Hop out the whip while the whip's in motion Oh ***, the gangnam's cause commotion I fell in love with the bands and trap But Mar-J knows where I get these raps Facts, I ain't gonna lie upon tracks Jakes wanna see the whole gang in a box ***, they wanna see my brothers-in-law Cuz they know that we swing them packs to the cat Same way that we swing our arms at opps Yo, the opps off puttin' us in a box I ain't gonna lie upon tracks Jakes wanna see the whole gang in a box ***, they wanna see my brothers-in-law Cuz they know that we swing them packs to the cat Same way that we swing our arms at opps Yo, the opps off puttin' us in a box I ain't gonna lie upon tracks Jakes wanna see the whole gang in a box ***, they wanna see my brothers-in-law Cuz they know that we swing them packs to the cat Same way that we swing our arms at opps Yo, the opps off puttin' us in a box We really like cop's on rubbers on blocks Ain't think Kay get bun like Zoots We got the ting in the back of the booth Gangnam's got more spray than boots Aim, side, fore, goal and shoot Aim, side, fore, goal and shoot April's hype with Beanie I bust that case, got four and a genie Hop on the rhyme for the opps, not cheeky I really need me a sweet one like Sweetie My type freaky, my type cheeky Glappin' love the ears and Lizzy Mizzy Niggas know me, I'm track giddy Ride out, left side right now Big Rambos, flip nights up kitchens Back that ting, get chingy and bounce I back that whoosh and hear that bow Been a bando with Bobby and Brown But I really want a sign, not opps right now These opps been testin' my patience I say, bro, let's take them out Your dog got left, more stripes than Adidas Paramedics can help him out, my opps get found Go swimmin' and drown, I circle round like a merry-go-round New Bridge, we run this town My opps a jokers, not but clowns Two hands in the dots, corn gets popped And the opps get popped like spots Baggin' up cops and whippin' in pots, come at the local shops Hittin' them shots like FIFA Street I know every cat in the streets Do it and vanish, I'm too discreet I can't be flattin' the streets Do it and vanish like Harry Houdini Abras, high opinion, fuss that case, go on phone No genie, up on the run from the ox, not Genie I really need me a sweet one like Sweetie My type freaky, my type cheeky Bluffing love, the years and Lizzie Mizzie, N****s know me, I'm tragedy Do it and vanish like Harry Houdini Abras, high opinion, fuss that case, go on phone No Genie, up on the run from the ox, not Genie I really need me a sweet one like Sweetie My type freaky, my type cheeky Bluffing love, the years and Lizzie Mizzie, N****s know me, I'm tragedy You know Brrrr, bam! I'm done I'm mixed up, bro