J Hus - Mash Up lyrics

(feat. Mo Stack) [J Hus:] Take this bottle off me before I mash up the place Bare smoke sorry if I ash up the place All we do is ball, ball, ball She rejected me when she could have had it all, all, all Pa** me the money, that's all For every one friend, 100 n***as wanna see me fall But I'm standin' up tall Keep designer on the waistline Remember what happened last time? [MoStack:] Came in late, blame it on the black people's timin' I turn 4 to a 8 'cause I'm doublin' like Ireland And why these n***as give me hate? You'll be me soon keep grindin' They say they roll to the 8, liddle motherf**er keep lyin' (liar) Ayy, I just give them a high and go 'Cause them n***as wasn't with me through the highs and lows You wasn't with me when I was broke Babestation, pa** me the Sky remote (gimme that) [J Hus:] She wasn't with me them times there Call me when your friends ain't there They see me in my specs lookin' like a professional Woulda never known I was a criminal Would you eat it all? I need a greedy girl You ain't bad at all, look, it's easy girl Show me what them sweet lips do And do it like you mean it too [Mo Stack:] And does your pumpum give life? If it don't then you better give it life right now And is your pumpum built tight? I can't wait 'til the day that I find out They turn fake and they last me Friends turn to foes, why nobody warn me though? And I don't trust nobody Me on my own, I'm a one man army, yeah What does a wallahi mean to me The other day I see an Akhi with a Jesus piece You said Netflix and chill, now you teasin' me You made me miss the whole Power season 3 [J Hus:] She got a attitude problem Claim your bad, baby come on then? If I let you call me by my government Are you gonna s** it like it succulent? I'ma have you up late, do you like chocolate? I'm an animal, I need a big batti girl Bring a ratchet girl from my best mate See the material, watch your step mate [Mostack:] It's the 4 eyes geek, bedroom freak She don't pack her weave 'cause her hair's on fleek Then I step with Hus, he came through with Creeps I don't smoke it up but pa** the weed I'm a alcoholic, oh, yes indeed On the motorway, can we pa** the police? Baby, play the music and then play with me Don't make it awks, ha take the lead Ha that's your chain, that's the banter Your chain have no ice like J Hus Fanta I don't have no broads in Atlanta But she in designer like panda Fancy me, you're gonna kiss some guys But I ain't complainin', I feel your vibe And she's insecure, look, babe you're fine That ain't stretch marks, that's tiger stripes [J Hus:] Take this bottle off me before I mash up the place Bare smoke sorry if I ash up the place All we do is ball, ball, ball She rejected me when she could have had it all, all, all Pa** me the money, that's all For every one friend, 100 n***as wanna see me fall But I'm standin' up tall Keep designer on the waistline Remember what happened last time