Mazza - Truth Where? lyrics

[Verse 1: AM] Talk about the 4s yeah the 4s gon bang Run from the 4s, cause the 4s don't jam Run up on who, you don't know my gang Really in the field, 10 toes with the gang Man beat corn and them man just ran Could've been dud but the man just ran But you know we got that scram from dots Everything live, everything gon bang Kicked down face, no we kick down doors 1.1 you don't know my draws Them man slumped with the Michael Kors Take man's watch and chain and j**ls Legs in the air, face on floors Dumb roadman don't f** with the 4s Man's got skengs that's bigger than yours And man's got Zs that's bigger than yours f** green cah that sh** got boring I get waring, got the cats roaring I get cracking, then it got crackling 10 toes on the road then pack him Just tell me when it happened Like a round of applause from clapping Put juice in a girl from Clapham Now I go up-sah and map him And when everything bop, all of them drop Then I go slop it's minor Man it got hard, put it dots Then I go cop designer And when everything sneeze All of them cough Then I make calls on lyca Bro hit a lick, bro got shot But he's a 419er Everything burned Like man's just dodging the corn Like all of them worms Like man's just talking the sh** Like all of them words Your gang's not putting in work Like all of them nerds All of them nerds Everything burned Like man's just dodging the corn Like all of them worms Like man's just talking the sh** Like all of them words Your gang's not putting in work Like all of them nerds All of them nerds [Verse 2: Aze] Big shank turn an opp boy duppy 10 toes on the other side Sparkz done sneaked in the room with the brucky Big black sword on my waist Big black swords so I'm keeping up f**ries Peng ting wan give face She topping the gang then she best do it properly Uckers, badders Peng food's got them shops they're catty Talk about 410k, but when they see the gang Man dive and dasheen Free up the Gs, f** the other side Cause they're way too chatty Man I'm oso trappy n***a said he on me Man he moving oso batty f** you and your sh** gang My n***as will come for you on your strip act Talk cheap get kidnapped And you know young Rendo is sick man Beating a skeng didn't care about kickback (boom) Beating a skeng didn't care about kickback I put ammy in baggies Good food there talking about grammies Dot same size as J Savvy Long trips man got links for the cabbie n***as know that we do this About you're beefing the gang How you move so clueless I'm like how many bootings n***as don't learn like stupid students My n***as run up in bank rolls Hungry like where's all the dinner cuz Hold corn in your mango Hold corn if you don't wan give it up Oso active, oso savage So you know they ain't letting up Juk, juk in a man's face Left him with one eye Looking like Fetty Wap What food man got it Bare skrt had him running like sonic Them man re-up on Qs But they smoking the food They ain't trapping to make no profit Bare liars the man don't chat Act for the net they ain't see no racks Them there just chat for my life Them man move like flats Can't move like flats n***as run out of packs We make n***as run out of flats Any opp boy in the mains Don't care if it's flames The opp gets grabbed Free Snaps Soon home and he's back to finessing your batch And them opps they ain't on piss They ain't touch none of the gang Dickheads [Verse 3: Sparkz] Slide in the paigon strip Send nuff corn in an opp boy's back Them n***as ain't on piss Duck man down and you never came back Me and S1 in the trap Tryna get rid of this big arse pack YS in the 4 door whiz Things in the car, two man in the back Kick down doors, pumping my hand Don't say a word, or you get blammed I came for the money and the am Kick down doors if you're holding sand My n***as on things they bang Cut through the F, you're gonna meet gang Young Rendo, Aze and man Cheff man up then bop round back Came his strip, left him dead Shot that n***a in his neck But you know I got aim when I step Run a man down with a 22 I'ma slap so much lead 10 shots in a 22 Skid round that's 10 man dead (bow) That's 10 man dead Do the maths that's numbers I'm 410 I'm f**ing mchunters Them man put [?] in the J bag And point hella Qs into hundreds I'm sitting in the band with Barbra What you know about chinging dungeons What you know about kick my mans in his face My mans all tasting my bunions [Verse 4: Skengdo] And we really 10 toes in your strip And you I know I do with brodie f**boy claim they on me And he don't even know me Like my team's they smokey Violate get left all holy 410 that's 41 only Switch on get poked no jokey Like I just phoned broski I told him I want them packs The location's all lowkey I see these man they dash But they wan claim that they're on me Like my team's they smokey Trapped man like where you gonna go G Green gang that's Baghdad that's O.C Kick down doors and run up in house And roll with the war it's mad Got things on things for the opps When we pull up they dash I'll sneak in the room with the 4s Tell me if you really want that Like no you can't f** with the 4s None of you ain't been bad