Off Bars

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Masoe] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh [Verse 1: BandGang Masoe] Lil' bro off bars, took his gun from him 'cause he cuckoo Still with my day ones, connected like the bluetooth Bad lightskin bitch with dimples like she NuNu Took a nigga bitch and gave her back, the head booboo Shoot at me, I shoot you, playin' is somethin' we don't do These niggas out here singin' like Mariah Carey vocals Ask about the last nigga, he somewhere on a poster I'm off hip with my shit, ain't got time for no holster They know me and mines 'bout a sack, William Gholston Pistol in the party, pull it out while I'm posin' Just caught a nigga slippin', now we in this bitch toastin', floatin' He played with that bread, now he toasted, dumbass I used to climb in niggas' windows, now I sell glass Crack a nigga head like an egg, better break fast Damn, I count money so good, but I skipped math I done probably sold more white than RiFF RAFF Amazin', pickin' up, droppin' off, and savin' Shavin', been seen this shit, That's So Raven I grazed him, but left his man's shit on the pavement We known for given niggas staples like the Lakers Laser on that Glock 40, I was waitin' I was told you wanna catch a fish, have some patience I'm racin' to another bag, gotta chase it My name hold weight, Mas good like Meagan My main bitch a stallion, my side ho Italian PTSO, put that shit on, no stylist Lil' bro was trippin' off the bars and seen a coward He caught one, then he went ghost like Power, money [Verse 2: ShredGang Mone] I had some down broke days, then I started robbin' niggas Two buffs and one watch, we all pilin' in And when they seen that 'Hawk truck, they knew what time it is Bang bang, anywhere, we get it poppin', bitch Free Baby J, he shoot like Stojaković Sold all of the 'bows while they was blossomin' Funnel cake stronger than a Ronda Rousey kick It'll blew your fuckin' mind, knew what the profit is Me and Mas was on the bus, now we in first class Any nigga play with bro gon' get a dirt nap I had a wish, I'd bring Mills and Murph back Drop a— in a pot and watch it surf back Engine in the Scat sound like it got an attitude The 'bows was easy, I was good with mathematicals The right number, I'll bring a whole platter to you Never see me comin' like Perry the Platypus [Verse 3: $weet-T] If I ain't somewhere makin' money, then I'm mad as fuck Clique froze from the wrist to neck, you can add it up Gun always tucked, but I can't get you tatted up I'm at the afterhours with the plug in the Caddy truck $weet just fuck hoes, they be with you gettin' chatted up Bitches love the way we stack it up, we make 'em back it up Tryna get a hit on $weet, pussy, batter up Jokin' if you say you snap like us, got me crackin' up If I cut you off, it's guaranteed we ain't patchin' up Seven hundred in the front, you ain't catchin' up If the boys flick the lights, then we dashin' off Serials on the ARP, I'm in here scratchin' off