Bar’d Up

Lyrics

[Intro] What's happening? (What up Dizz) The weeklies We back, yeah Shoutout JT Music (Okay) DJ Beans, what up? (Okay) Real fashionista, what's poppin? (Aight) Nah'mean? (Yeah) The enlightened entrepreneur, what's good? King Low, what up? [Verse] You could smoke a spliff on a cliff, but ain't no mountain high enough Or wide enough to try to touch The author calling' writers bluff I really don't think you write enough And them ghostwritten verses you purchase you couldn't buy enough To quiet me, I'm fired to fuck up now, uptown Stay low, my signature move like I'm signed to Duck Down Hundred round darker, Travis Barker bring the drums out Rappers talking' shit and they team tell me, what's up now? Doin' this every week, come eat if you wanna beef Gotta be on my level though, not a predator, let it go I ain't huntin' for sheep, I'm huntin' something with teeth Wakin' the coroner up just to lay you under a sheet, pussy Aim Glocks and pop it, bring you some grief I don't need Dwayne Johnson to rock a nigga to sleep But we really ain't niggas, we neegers But I could keep it a secret A freak, it remain conscious and stomp niggas on beats (Cali) West coast, home of the synthesizer Put the clap in the track, hit a energizer I'm from the city where the system hate the citizens Think a innocent child criminalize 'em Instead of civilize 'em, they'd rather penalize 'em That what incentivize 'em They wear a frown, I spot a clown and Pennywise 'em Liquor stores on every corner, the Henny geyser Tryna escape it with sports, hopin' they win the Heisman By any means, I'm chasin' a different dream I could buy eight cars Or make a million on straight bars Even if I shake materialistic things, still keep three infrareds, call it a triple beam Weigh the dope lines, keep up with the bar scheme All about the bank, talkin' chase like a car scene Upper echelon, our team, never test the don Weapons long, goin' Decepticons, make a Starscream (Yeah!) Give 'em the middle finger, holdin' your neck when the pistol ring Like nicotine and emphysema, do the dirt, you sent to cleaners Bring it to your door like niggas that get subpoenaed It's the king of grippin' neenas Lyrical genius bringing fire, Rick and Teena with the heater Flee the scene and switch demeanors This a misdemeanor, meanin' light work Born a king like Miss Regina I stood on the throne like once a week for 'em Them other series was keepin' my seat warm (Yeah!) What happens when they repossess your cars up? (Huh?) You lose all your money, you fall on hard luck (Huh?) No skill in the ring, you put your guards up [Outro] You boxin' wit' Crooked, you gettin' bar'd up (Tell 'em) Bar'd up (Tell 'em) Bar'd up (Bar'd up) You fuckin' wit' Crooked, you gettin' bar'd up (Tell 'em) Bar'd up (Tell 'em) Bar'd up You fuckin' wit' Crooked, you gettin' The weeklies (The weeklies)