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MAZI

Oso Mack

MAZI

trap, Memphis rap, lo-fi

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Forever Dolph (ay!)

Dolph season, B***h (season!)
That bitch look like she sneezin' B***h (ay!)
Gods plan what i believe in B***h
loyalty what i need in a B***h

[Verse 1, Steady mid-tempo flow, boastful tone with punchy delivery on multis like "stackin’ up them commas." Production: Rattling 808s, subtle piano keys for menace, no auto-tune—raw vocal grit.]
Rich n***a in the cut - lift my middle fingers up (f**k 'em!)
Cartier Shades hide my eyes cuz, I'm fried as fuck (high, ay!)

No wage slavin’ for them cr***ers, no corporate n***a (nah!)
Stackin’ up them commas, (stack) stackin’ up the figures (get paid N***a! )

10 AM in the morning, my d**k still hard and I'm yawnin’ (ha!)
I gotta get up my phone ring it's the money callin’ (ring ring, yeah!)

It's the boss negrito (boss!)
n***a you just a Frito (weak!)

I'm the shit (ugh!)
Pull up in that ’26 (whip!)
Hatin' n***as eye my bitch (hate!)
And she dressed so scandalous (ay ay!)
you know im the man in this  (boss)
grapefruit and some cannabis (that Zaza)
top back like gunna did in 2018 
pull up in a whip nobody ever seen

[Hook Variation, Building energy with layered echoes, faster hi-hats rolling in. Ad-libs: Stacked "what the helly!" chants, pitched-down "yea uh" for trap vibe.]
Ay ay Yeah ( flood the wrist with ice!) 
Ay ay Yeah (ugh, boss moves, no advice!)
What the helly, yeah—stackin' these mills  (yea)
What the helly, uh—opps on sleepin’ pills (uh, fuckin’ lames!) 
What the helly, yea—boss in the field  (boss)
What the helly, uh—real recognize real (forever flame!)
Ay ay Yeah (stack forever, never quit!) 
Ay ay Yeah ( (run the bag up quick!))
What the helly, yea—money don't stop (stack)
What the helly, uh—top of the spot (yuh)
What the helly, yea—stack from the block (yea, built it raw!) 
What the helly, uh—yeah on top (ugh, watch how I rock!)

[Verse 2, Slower swagger on drug/wealth lines, humorous edge like Dolph's storytelling. Production: Add woodwind synths for luxury feel, booming sub-bass.]
Came in this game with nothin' on me (self-made, ay!)
Now I'm up - Gelato’s what I'm puffin' G (yea yea, smoke!)

Only emojis she sends me is flames and a heart 
Got my money up Hustlin' n***a from the start

My OG once told me never trust no b***h (facts!)
That's why I hold my paper tight like a buttonhole stitch (tight!)

From slangin’ on the corner to smokin’ dope in a jacuzzi (bubbles, ha!)
Skippin’ YouTube ads while a thick h*e do me (skip that!)

Passport full with stamps lookin' like tattoos (stamps!)
If you don’t work it yourself you will probably lose (facts, ay!)

Hiddler with the gas pedal kick that B***h to the floor (Seig Hile!)
Two hunnid on the interstate in all Dior (skrrt!)

She like to argue so I sent that B***h to law school (study!)
This is a Rolls Royce not no damn car pool (Royce!)

Drank in my styrofoam, I got mud in my cup (mud!)
Got the Za in the baggy all zipped up (zip!)

Slurrin' my words off that purple (slurrin'!)
Lean got me movin' like a turtle (slow, yeah!)

[Outro/Hook Repeat, Fading with ad-lib overlaps, reverb trails on vocals for epic close. Production: Drop bass out gradually, leave hi-hats echoing.]
Ay ay Yeah ( flood the wrist with ice!) 
Ay ay Yeah (ugh, boss moves, no advice!)
What the helly, yeah—stackin' these mills  (yea)
What the helly, uh—opps on sleepin’ pills (uh, fuckin’ lames!) 
What the helly, yea—boss in the field  (boss)
What the helly, uh—real recognize real (forever flame!)
Ay ay Yeah (stack forever, never quit!) 
Ay ay Yeah ( (run the bag up quick!))
What the helly, yea—money don't stop (stack)
What the helly, uh—top of the spot (yuh)
What the helly, yea—stack from the block (yea, built it raw!) 
What the helly, uh—yeah on top (ugh, watch how I rock!)

4073/7500

[Intro, "Shwashtikka boysss" producer tag. Deep gravelly tone, Memphis drawl accent, heavy 808 bass kicks at 75 BPM in A minor key. Sparse hi-hats and trap snares. Ad-libs: Echoed "ay!" after each line, layered "yeah, yeah" background vocals with reverb for hype atmosphere.] (Shwashtikka boysss) (Ay ay) Yeah (yeah!) Ay ay Yeah n***a(yea!) Forever Dolph (ay!) Dolph season, B***h (season!) That bitch look like she sneezin' B***h (ay!) Gods plan what i believe in B***h loyalty what i need in a B***h [Verse 1, Steady mid-tempo flow, boastful tone with punchy delivery on multis like "stackin’ up them commas." Production: Rattling 808s, subtle piano keys for menace, no auto-tune—raw vocal grit.] Rich n***a in the cut - lift my middle fingers up (f**k 'em!) Cartier Shades hide my eyes cuz, I'm fried as fuck (high, ay!) No wage slavin’ for them cr***ers, no corporate n***a (nah!) Stackin’ up them commas, (stack) stackin’ up the figures (get paid N***a! ) 10 AM in the morning, my d**k still hard and I'm yawnin’ (ha!) I gotta get up my phone ring it's the money callin’ (ring ring, yeah!) It's the boss negrito (boss!) n***a you just a Frito (weak!) I'm the shit (ugh!) Pull up in that ’26 (whip!) Hatin' n***as eye my bitch (hate!) And she dressed so scandalous (ay ay!) you know im the man in this (boss) grapefruit and some cannabis (that Zaza) top back like gunna did in 2018 pull up in a whip nobody ever seen [Hook Variation, Building energy with layered echoes, faster hi-hats rolling in. Ad-libs: Stacked "what the helly!" chants, pitched-down "yea uh" for trap vibe.] Ay ay Yeah ( flood the wrist with ice!)  Ay ay Yeah (ugh, boss moves, no advice!) What the helly, yeah—stackin' these mills  (yea) What the helly, uh—opps on sleepin’ pills (uh, fuckin’ lames!)  What the helly, yea—boss in the field  (boss) What the helly, uh—real recognize real (forever flame!) Ay ay Yeah (stack forever, never quit!)  Ay ay Yeah ( (run the bag up quick!)) What the helly, yea—money don't stop (stack) What the helly, uh—top of the spot (yuh) What the helly, yea—stack from the block (yea, built it raw!)  What the helly, uh—yeah on top (ugh, watch how I rock!) [Verse 2, Slower swagger on drug/wealth lines, humorous edge like Dolph's storytelling. Production: Add woodwind synths for luxury feel, booming sub-bass.] Came in this game with nothin' on me (self-made, ay!) Now I'm up - Gelato’s what I'm puffin' G (yea yea, smoke!) Only emojis she sends me is flames and a heart Got my money up Hustlin' n***a from the start My OG once told me never trust no b***h (facts!) That's why I hold my paper tight like a buttonhole stitch (tight!) From slangin’ on the corner to smokin’ dope in a jacuzzi (bubbles, ha!) Skippin’ YouTube ads while a thick h*e do me (skip that!) Passport full with stamps lookin' like tattoos (stamps!) If you don’t work it yourself you will probably lose (facts, ay!) Hiddler with the gas pedal kick that B***h to the floor (Seig Hile!) Two hunnid on the interstate in all Dior (skrrt!) She like to argue so I sent that B***h to law school (study!) This is a Rolls Royce not no damn car pool (Royce!) Drank in my styrofoam, I got mud in my cup (mud!) Got the Za in the baggy all zipped up (zip!) Slurrin' my words off that purple (slurrin'!) Lean got me movin' like a turtle (slow, yeah!) [Outro/Hook Repeat, Fading with ad-lib overlaps, reverb trails on vocals for epic close. Production: Drop bass out gradually, leave hi-hats echoing.] Ay ay Yeah ( flood the wrist with ice!)  Ay ay Yeah (ugh, boss moves, no advice!) What the helly, yeah—stackin' these mills  (yea) What the helly, uh—opps on sleepin’ pills (uh, fuckin’ lames!)  What the helly, yea—boss in the field  (boss) What the helly, uh—real recognize real (forever flame!) Ay ay Yeah (stack forever, never quit!)  Ay ay Yeah ( (run the bag up quick!)) What the helly, yea—money don't stop (stack) What the helly, uh—top of the spot (yuh) What the helly, yea—stack from the block (yea, built it raw!)  What the helly, uh—yeah on top (ugh, watch how I rock!)

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