Who’s Got Bars?, Pt.6

Lyrics

[Intro] Still not getting the message Zandos loading, I've said it Woi-yoi, woi-yoi, woi-yoi, woi-yoi [Chorus] If I'm not in a trackie and trainers I'm probably in central acting fake Had so many run ins with gun boys, I know bro prayed that I wouldn't relate I got caught by auntie again, I'm screaming "Hold on Auntie, wait" But if my phone goes burr like Gucci then I'm gonna do Bolt like my name's Usain [Verse 1] I told my man that you're not my type, I guess my man didn't catch the message I wear Nikes and Jordans I highly doubt you'll catch Zandos in dresses If we get stopped, I'm wondering how small this ting compresses And after the freestyle, all these new guys came somewhat obsessive I'm antisocial I don't do talking, this ain't no oral session Give me face in your lip, get buss like nut 'cah my pals they don't ask questions And I ain't a friendly dude, no way but that was a friendly suggestion Two twins with ace, we got big mouths Netflix like Yenson I hate sitting round kitties the crack fumes fuck me up and now I can't eat And I might sound crazy but baby I got in the cells and had the best sleep I'm tired but bro-bro fuming, he's telling me "Yo get up on your feet" Now I'm sitting outside till 2AM like every other damn week I feel bad for the man that chat like me cah they think what I'm spitting is fake Strip searched 4 times in a day, we're a "threat to the town" they say Zandos ain't the one for flirting, no kissing just take it off It's a mill' to touch these lips so you better be rich if not I'm lost Who's this brown one passing, watch him pass him, what's the Snap? Go ask him If the block got Glocks they're letting em' off, Ramadan, no fasting And I'm missing my friends that sit in the box, I try shout God and ask him But my demons lurking, grabbing my shoulder telling me "No we're past him" [Chorus] If I'm not in a trackie and trainers I'm probably in central acting fake Had so many run ins with gumboys, I know bro prayed that I wouldn't relate I got caught by auntie again, I'm screaming "Hold on Auntie, wait" But if my phone goes burr like Gucci then I'm gonna do Bolt like my name's Usain If I'm not in a trackie and trainers I'm probably in central acting fake Had so many run ins with gumboys, I know bro prayed that I wouldn't relate I got caught by auntie again, I'm screaming "Hold on Auntie, wait" But if my phone goes burr like Gucci then I'm gonna do Bolt like my name's Usain [Outro] Scratch mixed it