Mad About Bars - S4-E1

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Kenny Allstar] (M1OnTheBeat) I need you lot to understand one thing If you wanna talk about one of the originators in this ting You're looking at them right now But I think some of you lot have forgotten So let's remind you Smoke Boys Sleeks, Deepee, Swift Smokey settings Jheez [Verse 1: Sleeks] Fell in love with the trap Elastic bands and cash, misch and mash, this and that A thousand grams just come and it's already gone, that's no cap Said you got all this P but you're tryna buy a iPhone X on Snap Everything I rap is facts Just sent out the morning text, just had the sim card cracked Call me the Green Giant, sitting with all these packs And I just done a morning round, now I'm sitting with all these racks [Verse 2: Deepee] I feel like Cain I feel like Cain, I'm Abel and I got 'caine in 8 balls I ain't got shame, that's shameful, brick I might break, big breakthrough And I been great, been made to, ucky was great and it made me feel great too Been a father and these niggas ungrateful, I just do greatness, I don't do lateness Big bells put a boy down for braveness, I just need acres, I don't need neighbours They just need favours, whole lot of favours, T vacuum with a whole lot of flavours In the hoopty then my nigga upgraded Big not man, I'm major, cookie, act like that's my fragrance [Verse 3: Swift] With gangdem doing up trips, them man love doing up lips I put packs in cling, soon put them man in a rizz Manbag with things and things, that's pack or skiddy, pap, pap or ching Peng gyal wanna link big Swift but only if I can bring the thing Used to be more than pissed when the jeans got ripped, now we buy them ripped Used to have bruck down whips, bruck down kicks, now look at the drip Whippin' excursion in the kitch', dashed in 3, I just got back 6 Risk, riff, gave it a mix like 6 [Verse 4: Deepee] Pocket was bruck and I got that fix, them lies that you lie just fibs I just chop that, drop that and let that fizz, ain't no middle man couldn't let man drink Phone going off, they can't let man think Mums home in a sec, it stinks Bros got his neck on sync, big bulbs in the neck, it blinks [Verse 5: Sleeks] If this was New Jack City, I'm Nino And I ain't picking up weights when you hear me talking kilos And the engine stays in sport, broke niggas drive on eco When the pack gets low, call up plug and bound for the reload [Verse 6: Swift] Touch bro, mans stepping, talking loads, ain't repping Back then it was smokey settings, shellings, kweffings, a million wettings Bro said that she's a trophy cah she helped you bring the skeng in Tell them Smokey only, she was like "I swear you're Section" [Part II] [Intro: Kenny Allstar] Ah right N1 got the sauce baby That was just gear one Sykes I see you Let's do this again Sykes, Sykes Smokey Boys, we see the internet talking But I think you lot need to understand, these mans ain't playing no game this year Listen to this [Verse 1: Swift] Little man wanna go country, he gotta do more than 1 week Got the Humpty for a monkey, that's lovely jubbly Bro said that car looks funny, it might be nuttin' or it might be undies Duppy for bruv or cuzzy, that's family and that's on mumzy Do road with bro, that's Bimmer and Benz's, man doing up country I really don't know how I get these peng tings and mans so ugly Should've taught man to press it, dead it, umm umm, I just want ucky And it's getting man smoked like Benson, blem him, then go link mummy They said they do road but umm I don't know, I don't believe their verses Can't trust a soul, mans so-so nervous, had it in community service Put slugs in turners, no gloves, still work it I know plugs and workers, big-big money earners [Verse 2: Sleeks] Rap, stack, course we're trying Said you got bands in the trap, got no cash, someone's lying Said she wanna do my plaits, hold this wap until it's frying Man fly them whole but some of them bricks they get divided From young been running from Trident Came up from the corner, now we just shut down Wireless I remember going OT with Travis Scott and Kylie Tryna get the bank rolls piling, bruck down whips with mileage Now when I look back at the throwbacks, me and KK just smile it off From a Q to a half to a whole block T house, setting up phone shop Them boy there got no guwop They already said smoking kills Still crush buds in the rizla, broccoli buds, no pills Open the box like no spill [Verse 3: Deepee] Smoke in the flesh, live in the p-lace, I need a fresh, I need a clean slate Had an arrest, I need a beat case, bus-i-ness man, put buds in the briefcase Fuck all the long, done all the delay, you can get a brick on prepay Drought but the price too high though, drag you out your wheels and sell it on eBay Shell it on Gumtree, mum said I'm handsome, lifestyle ugly Trust me, said it weren't us when she heard us on radio but she said must be Sweets like Kinder but they come Kit Kat chunky In and out of town in one week, OT Saturday, shelling on Sunday Ay, caramba, see the undies, big pumpy, make you jumpy Make you bungee, make you sizzle up like Kalonji, trap like dungrees Know the feds want all the mandem on the landing for the fuckery I hustle hard, no GoFundMe, I'm a jungle boy in Jumanji [Outro: Kenny Allstar] There you have it The nicest way to kick off a new season Smoke Boys, Deepee, Swift, Sleeks It's gonna be a good year, believe that Don't forget, check out the mixtapes they've got out on road Don't Panic 2, Swiftionary and they're coming with more this year Subscribe to that Mixtape Madness channel as well And download and save all the playlists for Mad About Bars, especially season 4 It's the voice of the streets, jheez