Mad About Bars [S3.E40]

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Slow it down, slow it down Watch man just jump out the whip They gave me 9 Trizz got a 9 They hit Dev up with the 6 I get them hype My niggas dem ride It was me in a stolen whip She thinks I'm nice I hit that twice Now she pregnant with twins I got the juice I got the sauce Everybody run from the 12 inch sword I'll have man screaming Praying to the lord I'll get man drenched if you wan play more War is war Them man never been round here before I don't know if you believe me or not Every young buck round here squeezing off Every shot gets licked at my bugs Ten toes had the phone ringing in the hood I really do things that you little niggas should I've paged man differently like books I've creeped on back roads Blacked out hoods Any IC3 man see get jukked Back your bredrins don't just look Stone came tru light man like kush Tryna make time for my new ting Babygirl got the trapline booming 18 Z's man break it up I can't sleep at night My line wakes me up I got grub to bag I got guns to bust If I whip the white Man will double up I got clientele Some are foreigners We got big guns Don't trouble us On top like a red light Get the drop on the spot Your a dead guy Long sword got me feeling jedi Smoke flavours Till my eyes dem are red eye Tel Money Drop grub on the minors I'm the reason the yout man are riding I'm the reason the opps dem are hiding Invest my bread in war and violence Invest my bread in war and skengs Feds wanna know what's what in the ends Know about the stabbings Know about the shootings Know that the other side pussyholes losing Slide round with bad intentions Like man can't tell me bout rideouts See blue lights had the whole car stressing N16 is ours Man don't talk Man get steppy Shout my bro for the bells He only got 12 Link me in Pembury [Verse 2] Violent guy creep up and do violent stuff Old school days I was out here Ching man up in my Lyle & Scott Ill be lying if my heart don't beat When I hear the sirens stop My gun bang bang like Chief Or big Stone come through squeezing off 4 gang make you leave your dons Gripped up when we rolling Dot dot that I'm holding Tell my nigga slow down the whip I noticed these kids We jump out and torture Ringing shots from a Corsa Phone me up place your order 3 for 20, 6 for 40 Texts come out early Rinse it in the morning Trap line be important I put my mother through bullshit 09 it was [?] 010 it was awesome 011 I went jail Had a relationship it didn't end well Tap the dotty treat it gentle Gunshots we don't wrestle I cover my face cause I have to Money hungry chain be buss down Can't you see the shit come froze like a statue OT dishing out cat food Kit-Kats call cause they have to Spots on lock like my straps do The block come hot like Cancun But my young G's move like baboon Remember when that boy got done up Young boys on that come up From a flick shank when I dip man I can light your block up like summer Rise it up for my brothers Fuck the lies I'm a nutter I get butterflies when I'm in the ride If I jump out then it's on sight War with me I'm the wrong guy Disrespect I let corn fly I want the money like it's all mine Keep the skeng by my side They ain't letting weapons rise How many blocks did we terrorise If I've got your face memorised Hollow tips I let em fly Burn the clothes, burn the ride I done too many years inside Had a big shank, that's a big knife Had a Lyca phone and i bin mine Got the place the cats ring man Them man are new plates and I've been bad Dubs are yellow like a Simpson Hackney knows who's the realist Hackney knows who's the realist [Chorus] Violent guy creep up and do violent stuff Old school days I was out here Ching man up in my Lyle & Scott Ill be lying if my heart don't beat When I hear the sirens stop My gun bang bang like Chief Or big Stone come through squeezing off 4 gang make you leave your dons