Mad About Bars - S4-E3

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo Base I know you been gone for a little minute Observing the game But the streets wanna know what you been up to What's been going on 'cause I already know the comeback is gonna be so sensational [Chorus] I just poured me a lean get in my zone I just rolled me a doobie and blow cones My bros locked in a cell, he never told I knew this pain I feel, it never shows I dig her down, then after I send her home It's not a fool, I feel better when I'm alone now Yeah, my niggas gеt busy, it's no joke For the bands, we gеt busy, it's no joke Mm Yeah, got free the realness Sipping for my problems, can you feel this? 'Cause everybody got dying children [Verse 1] Told these niggas from the jump, they ain't no stopping me I'm recording while my brody roll it up for me 'Cause anything that I do, I do it properly We was rolling with them packs, dodging authority I've been swimming in the deep end Posted up with the shooters and the dealers Flashing lights, bust a U when you see them Snub nose, keep it close when you're creeping Loyalty's a must, I did it for the gang My bro's on the books again, I gotta send him cash I pull up in the coupe, got my paint in matte black Shawty thought, she was over me I got her right back Her ass so fat, she can't be my only girl On your Instagram, tell me why you gotta show the world I hit from the back, I spend time on it Big dog, oh lord, she gon' ride on me [Chorus] I just poured me a lean get in my zone I just rolled me a doobie and blow cones My bros locked in a cell, he never told I knew this pain I feel, it never shows I dig her down, then after I send her home It's not a fool, I feel better when I'm alone now Yeah, my niggas get busy, it's no joke For the bands, we get busy, it's no joke Mm Yeah, got free the realness Sipping for my problems, can you feel this? 'Cause everybody got dying children [Verse 2] Pull up in the Benzo, cruising with the top down Smoking on this endo My youngin', he a shooter, he just scored another 10 goals Nickname Lorenzo Sipping on this Henny, I was touching on this redbone, Lord She don't wanna let me go I was riding solo, dress code suave Had the Loubes with the red sole I've been on the paper trail from the get-go I just made more dough like a bread roll Stack it up and then I make another fresh loaf A nigga let it ring if I say so Bait face on the mains, yo, Lord [Chorus] I just poured me a lean get in my zone I just rolled me a doobie and blow cones My bros locked in a cell, he never told I knew this pain I feel, it never shows I dig her down, then after I send her home It's not a fool, I feel better when I'm alone now Yeah, my niggas get busy, it's no joke For the bands, we get busy, it's no joke Mm Yeah, got free the realness Sipping for my problems, can you feel this? 'Cause everybody got dying children