Mad About Bars - S6-E14

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ready to light up another part 2 ya know It's been a little while And Smuggzy's back H1K Made This And this time, he's comin a lot more consistent with it Woo, woo [Verse] Hide n, hide n seek, let's play, let's see who bleeds First of a blood no vamp I'm a different breed Fling-Fling on my hoodie Cheff man down on the mains like Assassins creed [?] been an old baby in 9 with teeth They hide we seek Find you, hold these sweets Ready-Ready or not here I come Heat rise at your sun Run, Run try run get bun, sin it, bang, bang in the dirtiest gun for the [?] See with the blades, splash, ching, chong Do man wrong, see man in gardening gloves what I got on my waist is long Beat 2 at your chest when I sound this drum Step with silver backs, are you dumb King of the jungle, call me Kong Don't swing man jump in the ride, man jump in the ding-dong-dong Enough smoke in the ride no bong They shout corn with this shit back, back n forth like ping-pong-pong Step man step I'm hot with the lock on your door Man buck with the .40 young g with the ZK movin like SAW Skeng-ject insert corn in the skin like [?] Loose blood and I'm feelin cold like [?] deep freeze Told ya I'm a different breed, courtesy of beef No need [?] see opps get a job done like indeed I'm Kweffy, I'm Kweffy marksman step, smoke on deck, ding-dong filled with petty I'm steppy, I'm steppy give me the .9 I'll score like Lukaku for Chelsea There's a Desi for cell called bro that's long tryna pattern some corn for a Dezzie I love me a brown especially, If I tell it to Boom, Boom it can hold this corn in ya headie Sh-Sh-Short like my bredrin Levi I ain't tryna leave no evi On your marks them boy did a ready Murder on my mind like Melly Voice of the streets when I sound this star like Kenny Spin them decks we don't spin no decks if this bruck-back cut-back clicks, you don't wanna get caught up in the mix Sound it off Everything stops when I make this fizzy pop like Pepsi Pop-corn hot-corn in your Tino Tetley In the jailhouse free-flow hold this perc in the morning call that brecky Crash it Crash in my next door for blowing my Lecky Blue tape on the landing done it on a gang ting you don't wanna buck into ave Come in like Chucky, cheffy Dot-Dot heavy, we don't gun leen, Aim on fleek one eye like Fetty man get shelly You don't wanna get airdrop get lift up by the Heli 2 hands on the metal like I'm handling bars You can get lit with the stars and end up in Mars Bang my door, couple years man could of got more Got band up could've band up for banging my .4 So thank you Jah Stick on man like a Avatar, double tap like my bro [?] Tryna feed man smoke in a lungs No car Them boy screamin it [?], all now, I ain't seen [?] Avoiding the ANPR, gone boys know who we are Doors in the ride man ready for war Pull up like Joey with clips in the star Pull up in a bruckdown car, givin out shots like I work in a bar Hand ting, yeah boy fu- they ain't savin these shots like Van Der Sar Circle back in illegal car, make sure we scored like VAR We scored, there baker chill with [?] Bootings, Bootings, someone got boot on the Birmingham mail Corn for free is not for sale, send his corn like first class stamp man, send it like mail Obbo me they put me in jail, had me in the wing like Gareth Bale Woosh, push, didn't get no bail had me in the wing like Gareth Bale [Outro] H1K Made This