Mad About Bars - S5-EP3

Lyrics

[Intro: Kenny Allstar] Ye-ye-ye-ye-yeah, alright I swear we about to turn the game into a frenzy with this one It's the general SJ And you know what I came here to do True say, it's season 5 I felt like it was only right We bring through a seasoned vet So let's go over to the Nine and let's get it crackin' Scorcher [Verse: Scorcher] I stepped in the dance with bae She's got a flick knife in her purse for me (Gang) Boujee, but ratchet before I can grab it She might do it first for me I'm in the whip with a six year bird on me I ain't chattin' 'bout bitch from a burglary (Nah) I'm from lower E where they do surgery I go first, if I hear you want (Wah), murder me (Woo) You take out your phone and press all the buttons I'll put it in flight mode just like Khabib in fight mode (Fight mode) Take out a Russian and push on a suttin' (Pah-pah-pah) Forget a discussion If I'm with my brothers, then yeah it's a rushin' If I'm on my ones (Yeah), and you're on your ones (Yeah) I beg you don't run, let's get to the scuffin' I was sixteen with warlord, putting up 3's on the scoreboard My killers got beef, what's talk for (Ay, what's talk for?) He don't know what he got bored for (Chattin') No explanation, and it faded then step out the station I said a prayer asking for forgiveness Because I X'd my man that he came with I don't care if he's involved or not Forehead ting, no Voldemort Them boy there got load of talk My man them go over [?] (Ah) My man them go overboard Bystanders, like oh my lord (Uh) Cause on a dry day, man soak the floor And then drop a new tape and then go on tour (Ay) Anywhere I go, man fi know the whole of the Niners are welcome I got real killers on the line, I can bell them Feds ask man shit, I don't tell them (Shit) You know middle man bits, I sell them Dark from Iraq, but I come via Belgium Plus I got bank, so it's looking like twelve then But I've got another leak from an ex-girlfriend I wish that I weren't, but I'm local Got it on deck, no phone call (Woo) Them man, they make threats on socials But it all ends with a Bogle (No sweat) My brothers got bagged with pro tools And they weren't layin', no vocals True the judge gave out twenty in total (Ay) I'm a send man credit on postal [Outro: Kenny Allstar] Fumez The Engineer That one's crazy Shout out to Scorcher You already know he's coming with a bag of new material this year as well It's Mix-tape Madness, it's Kenny Allstar Let's keep it moving