Who’s Got Bars?, Pt.7

Lyrics

[Intro] Despite all the lies they're tellin' He don't ride, former felon Trust, on basic man weren't stressin' Why? Had a wardrobe stuffed with tellies Them raps there sound repetitive You ain't rid this year you're stretchin' it Trust me anything opp man cheffin' it He didn't die so the outcome negative [Hook] Pull up and bake shit diss my paigons raise it aim it No rap cap, who's got bars? Bars ain't the only thing that I'm sprayin' Them man dash, man can't blame 'em Ching man down, one of my A-List Left him dead I don't know what his name is Ten stab wounds he ain't getting no grazes Pull up and bake shit diss my paigons raise it aim it No rap cap, who's got bars? Bars ain't the only thing that I'm sprayin' Them man dash, man can't blame 'em Ching man down, one of my A-List Left him dead I don't know what his name is Ten stab wounds he ain't getting no grazes [Verse 1] I'm brazen, bro's blatant Juice get spilt, main road pavements I ain't tryna hear that you ain't involved Sprint get chinged I ain't got no patience Don't leave your friend cos I'll slay him Which opp block should I go debate it Dover that's just some entertainment Slide to the cash, make front pages Nuttin' like Walkz or Yukki pull up and shoot no cuts or edits Bro just gimme the wap, shoot on sight Assist that drill like Mesut Pray that the corn don't hit a pedestrian Man come to the flats and snap Slide right back, Neville or Héctor lemme phone bro come and salt this pepper I could never switch sides like Tevez Fifteen inch, swinging it reckless Forehand tekkers slice it drench it Them pitch yutes doing up benches That case pending can't get mentioned Try exit he got breathless Talk 'bout chings, fed him eleven stressing how is he not in heaven? Got mash and a man got bangers pray that the wap don't jam like sandwich Won't lose sleep if I hit your badders He got away, I threw a tantrum Circle again, preying like mantis Soak man down like you wouldn't imagine Left him shutting his eyes in anguish Whenever they're out they're anxious [Hook] Pull up and bake shit diss my paigons raise it aim it No rap cap, who's got bars? Bars ain't the only thing that I'm sprayin' Them man dash, man can't blame 'em Ching man down, one of my A-List Left him dead I don't know what his name is Ten stab wounds he ain't getting no grazes Pull up and bake shit diss my paigons raise it aim it No rap cap, who's got bars? Bars ain't the only thing that I'm sprayin' Them man dash, man can't blame 'em Ching man down, one of my A-List Left him dead I don't know what his name is Ten stab wounds he ain't getting no grazes [Verse 2] Despite all the lies they're tellin' He don't ride, former felon Trust, on basic man weren't stressin' Why? Had a wardrobe stuffed with tellies Them raps there sound repetitive You ain't rid this year you're stretchin' it Trust me anything opp man cheffin' it He didn't die so the outcome negative Slice tryna send man kip Ching, dip, take this sedative Got bagged AM no evidence Still tryna dodge these birds no pelicans Still I'm on beef like Wellington Bare man lying on beats it's evident Virgin blades, dry as a bone, man talk nuff but their rambo celibate Bruck back drill and sauce on spill Man lyin' on beats it's boring Left man lying in streets [?] Get round there why not that's boredom Step three man like Morgan AM calm but I want post-mortem PM guys can't wait for autumn Step with caution gang too lawless [Hook] Pull up and bake shit diss my paigons raise it aim it No rap cap, who's got bars? Bars ain't the only thing that I'm sprayin' Them man dash, man can't blame 'em Ching man down, one of my A-List Left him dead I don't know what his name is Ten stab wounds he ain't getting no grazes Pull up and bake shit diss my paigons raise it aim it No rap cap, who's got bars? Bars ain't the only thing that I'm sprayin' Them man dash, man can't blame 'em Ching man down, one of my A-List Left him dead I don't know what his name is Ten stab wounds he ain't getting no grazes