Mad About Bars - S6-E8

Lyrics

[Part I: Produced by X10] [Verse] See, you never did know, that the opps still talkin' smoke When he got chinged and he got shot, what a-what a fuckin' joke! Ayy, take a two toke, don't choke, that's Abzlato with the roach We're takin' a trip, yeah, we doin' the most It's the-it's the broad day ching for me We done 'em so gracefully Now, we skrr from A to B I see boydem chillin' in my rear view-rear view, please move away from me Now, PS got-got in the playground, and then at school That's not PG for the kids, you fool Ayy-ayy, learn how to use your tool The Prince of Wooly, 'nuff man won't feel it So-so lеt me-so let me rеpeat it The Prince of Wooly, you fuckin' eediat Now, I think that I prove my point You know what we had in the last one, so we know we got Lavz in a joint No AA, so we bring them toys Ayy-ayy, come out and back your boy Side by side, two cylinder choose I'ma crash this corn, don't do it for the views And you can get got if you fuck with the 2's I just wanna know where they hang, but this opp thot can't stop sendin' me nudes She said that I'm way too rude, she just wanna arch it and scream out Loose Tell-tell-tell-tell Kwengface pattern up Your little-your little girlfriend, no, I don't wanna jeet her Told her, "Bring my man to the warehouse" We can go Edgware n' grab a little shisha Lil'-lil'-lil' bro's in the bando with Becky, when man's at yard, tryna jeet down a Keisha Chest on my head, so I like this reefa Violent diamond, check my demeanor Who's that, broski? Arriba-riba Jump out quick, let me swing my Sabrina Then-then-then-then go suck a teenage witch Man's out for the kill, not some teenage shit .15-.15 inch, that's some teenage drip I'm a grown arse man, yeah, we roll with sticks Holded cell, best stand by the door Before you get your head back bust Never may ask 'cah the man they bluff They say that they lean with guns I say that they listen to too much Russ Been-been-been on smoke and everyone knows In Pecks, Y8, send everyone home If not-if not, red tape and cones Friday, your fast food shop was closed 'Cah Rhyno-'cah Rhyno took man's soul Yuck, yuck That one was nasty In North when I'm lookin' for But I don't know why Real bad boy drill not' 'bout the lies Stand outside, might get yourself fried 'Cah we won't stop drillin' till all of them die Not you tellin' me 'bout beef You know, I've seen in the streets Chest shot gang, yeah, we made a man leak We done it behind the scenes Opp thot said she don't know where they hang Liek-like-like baby, don't lie to me 'Cah that's gonna cause some problems Right now, man, you know, man's on them Get out and chop them, got them, got them Just after I spot them [Part II: Produced by X10 & AV] [Intro] AV X10 [Verse] I see the internet takin' the fools When we was out there with a bally and 2 O'Sullivan, hittin' them shots like it's Pool Was thinkin' he's cool But now, I'm out here, I'm tryna wet him They gon' tell me that that's ments But you don't know the feelin' when you're losin' all your friends Now, I lost my dad too, kinda mad, I won't pretend Bad boy from the ends, M17, to be precise And if you mocked it and I didn't, akh, nigga, don't trust me That's just some words of advice GB's gone, and I don't know what to do In this 4x4, and I don't know how to move I'm just tellin' my truth Last time I see bro, he was up on the news But I'm still up in my cell, and now, Incog too That's why I'm billin' up these zoots just to change my mood But M went first, change the ends, my bruce Take a day in my shoes, but I bet you'd get them back to let the pain reduce And this G41 keeps my brain on mute Got me walkin' on the landin' like a Asian yute 'Cah I was stressed when I was livin' in the can, not because a nigga didn't have a plan But purely for the fact that I couldn't bang, or it meant to be a gang The niggas ain't on what I'm on, they can't hang Live'O bootings and the chingings I was in it from the start, I will be here for it to finish Couple hitters doin' bird, free up all my niggas I'm comin' to the ends, so let me conclude I'm still out here beefin' all these dumb yutes Might H stew and make a dumb tune They said they want my head, but I ain't playin' no games I'm a walker in the summer, so I told them niggas "Come through"