Mad About Bars Part 1

Opps can't fuck with a thug

We made the Tridents come

More time, it's a Niner ting

I been that silent one

Opps can't fuck with a thug

We made the Tridents come

More time, it's a Niner ting

I been that silent one

More time, I've been complacent

But when bro got dropped

Fuck all the guap

I stepped out, no hesitation

Man lurk from the public station

Slow down 'cause there ain't no mistakin'

And I been tryna rake this cake in

You can never hold it down like man

'Cause my life's been achin'

Police on my nuts, it's fucked

Earned that luck, cases broke

Opps can't fuck with a thug

We made the Tridents come

And this one look like an undie

No, we don't supply that drug

In fact, do I look like a mug?

Word, man, rock on my stainless tucked

We don't do this monkey bar ting

Fence and get chinged

Bag that work with the latex on

The racks will come in

Again and again the racks will come in

OT blingin', the phone keeps ringin'

Circle your block, pop doors get chingin'

Fuck them opps, for the boy them singin'

That prick had a vicious dippin'

How many nights I had to bake in the bando to get that guap?

I flew OT tryna lick that stain, so we hit that spot

Bag that up and serve them dots

Opps can't mock 'bout guap

Man push work a lot

My old school girl love the way man rock

Man flex on a bae like, what?

And true say, man crept to the top

Hustle for days, I learnt both ways

Plug for the shape and the crops

It look like I come out the gym and I shot

It look like I come out the gym and I shot

Listen

There's too much chat on the street

I've been itchin' to write man off

Bro got juice on my favorite shirt, so I burnt that top

Work that shift like it's Novikov

I been on bail for the longest

More time than boy done grown

Man just sit in the dock, get released and I don't look bov'

The cops like, how did he do that job?

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Let's do this Mad About Bars Season Three