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Behind Barz
95
Hip-Hop/Rap
Behind Barz was released on September 5, 2019 by Independent as a part of the album Behind Barz - Single
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Release DateSeptember 5, 2019
LabelIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

Lyrics

Blacked out whip, Audi A5
A vest and a nina tryna stay alive
That **** ain't on it, I can read his eyes
I'll pop him like a wheelie ****, feed him five
Goodfella Snap turn a **** ghost
I be in a Golf tryna stash some coke
Slipping with his bitch, fucking killed them both
I don't take orders ****, okey doke?
I'm driving through East with my stick on me
Playing marbs with a broad from Sicily
Russian Roulette with two TEC's
Snap Capone, ladies man, Hugh Hef
Clothes Italiano, bitch Ciao Bella
**** talking cheese, **** mozzarella
I'm in the X6, fuck your ex bitch
Darg your ex bitch, that's my ex bitch
Entry roof darg, no exit
Headshot, head rock, TEC spit
Fiend yard, tell a cat test this
VIP spot ****, guest list
I know killers on the run facing life akh
Keep the big .45 in my man bag
I'm with my little **** Little Z
We don't run from shit darg, we run the streets
Last **** stepped out of line I gave him six
I've robbed **** in life cause no one ever gave me shit
I'm strapped with a MAC, still paro as fuck
The .357 makes your marrow lift up
Mini MAC-11 and a white vest
I'm in the white Range with YF
Who wants beef? Who wants a piece of sidebreast?
I'll shoot him in his face till he's eyeless
AG jeans, clock the monogram
I'm in the 5 Series playing Hollowman
I'll buy my own guns, I don't borrow fam
I left that **** dead, no sorrow fam
**** on my back for a mixtape
A box of buj, caine and mixed tape
It came short by seven grams
I'ma send my link up to Heaven fam
I light the place up like seven lamps
And I don't care if he's with seven man
I'm still distributing to clienteles
Just copped the nina with three hundred rhino shells
I done three years, you couldn't do a night in jail
I got these Jordans before they were out on sale
Long-sleeved Cashmere polo
Mask on my face, Zorro
Five shots to his torso
Six in his neck, guaranteed death (Khalas)
I told your pussy that this shit's real
.35 spinning like a windmill
I don't play games, spray the trey deuce
Chest shot ****, face two
I'm bad boy Snap ****, blaze who?
Little Z and Little G shoot his face short
I'm getting mad brains in the grey coupe
Bitch all faded off of Grey Goose
Hear my **** Reekz in the 5 Series
Take a shot, no insulin, no diabetes
Twenty bag cash in my wardrobe
I'm strapped with a MAC, the hood's a warzone
Up close and personal, yeah it's war ****
Headshot, see the morgue ****
Two hundred and fifty grams, put it all in pebs
Spend money on guns ****, fuck your sket
Rolling round Wooly, Trey and a hoodie
Ounces to boxes, **** I'm that juggy
Shoot him in his chest, blow his heart out his back
I'm strapped, me and RE and Blackz in the trap
Days on this wave when my ****'s been remand
I'll cock it and pull it, make the MAC scream
Yeah, let it sing like Blackstreet
I'll turn a crop yard to a factory
The clip's all full like a battery
**** strapped, arms out no taxi
Bitch ass **** get taxed G
Got work in the project, M.A.B yes
In school you was a prefect
Snap Capone squeezed ten
Deal with the cards you was dealt ****
You're standing on your own, no help ****
I've got that white boy, Tommy Hilfiger
Ride for your team, that's a real ****
They see me in their dreams and whisper in the dark
Whistle on a darg when I'm creeping past
If that movie goes right then we can split in half
Said she wants my heart, ain't really darg
Shine pays though, **** living life
I'll do this for my brothers that's doing life
I'm in the C-Class rolling round with Lap
I'm still in the trap house chopping crack
Listen carefully, you'll hear my soul crack
I can make you die ****, so fly
Raised in the hood, tryna make it out
Five box deep ****, fuck a drought
I'll speak with my gun, let's talk it out
My four fizzy bang, that's an awesome sound
If I hit his stomach, push his organs out
**** talking bodies like they've docked a body
**** talking they're the hardest out in Wooly
But I mash work, gunpowder on my hoodies
Free my **** Notty, hope he gets appeal
Gangster persona, **** know it's real
I'm doing 110 in that CLA
Thug life, tryna see better days
I spent four bags on a new MAC
Load up the shells, I'ma slew that
I don't give a fuck if your goon's clapped
I'm tryna send a **** where the moon's at
Written by: Link up TV
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