Barbershop Talk

Lyrics
[Verse 1: AZ] Out of the shadows Bend forward spittin' bow and arrows Well known to pierce through your bone marrow Fresh [?], soft cut cattle Fuck battles, steer down this gun barrel Sounds travel, name-drop, veins pop Weight pusher, y'all coughin' cocaine spots Stop, just that cool breeze ease out That field niggas leap out But really wanna beep out Reroute, twist make your bitch wanna reach out Sneak out, thrown shots of lean to make 'em freak out Heat out, so I gotta show 'em that I'm seein' clout A groover, smoother than the Bourdillon Steve Stoute Weed mouth, drier than the desert in Sahara Spasm, Mayweather style, I'm a jabber Rather play all retarded when I started Regardless, niggas can't hear the movin' target Heartless, came from the hood, it's all good Did what I could, wish a nigga would - Go left with it, 'cause I'm to the death with it [?], ears Bissonette frigid Livin' like every day is the last Fast, fly clothes, hoes, and that cash Ax - and you'll hear the same Homie, ain't a game, what's my motherfuckin' name? [Interlude: J-Spliff] Yeah, uh You know how it go That good ol', good ol' barbershop talk AZ, J-Spliff, wuddah [Verse 2: J-Spliff] Cliff Uwey, casually chillin' in the Two-Piece Move me, you need more than bars and some Gucci Stupid, I don't smoke, run off with your loosies Actually, I prefer to run the whole factory Rappers be, talkin' 'bout how they livin' lavagely Talkin' how they 'bout it, I dare you to go after me Hardbody talk, followed by some kiddie powerwalk Get you out lyin' by some chalk Son, I'm 10 deep I know how to turn 'em off Gs keep quiet, they ain't gotta need the floss Boss, get my job description out yo' mouth You're nothin' but an employee Tryna put your pimp on me Jeez, you better put yo' pen on ease Make your flow freeze, motherfucker, please I' been choppin' lil trees down I couldn't give a fuck how yo' CD sound Free me now, like I'm Mandela locked up I grind for beliefs yo my swing like nunchucks Our body backbeats leave the whole booth slumped up Who want what? You better come equipped to jump up Some act wild but got nothin' to show Others Pa-Ki, but prefer to lay low Me I stay the same, positioned in the game Top seated dude, what's my motherfuckin' name?
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Credits
- Writers
- AZ
- J-Spliff