A.R. Lyrics (feat. JP Cali Smoov)

(Cass)

I got radar vision. Thinkin they can fuck wit me they are trippin.

I got AR lyrics. I stay hard. Liftin. I make art visions like I ate carcasses.

Raise partitions. Drive me to the spot and dont take no shit its,

Shake (shake) Parkinsons, Encased his heart in a case wit barbed fences

Escaped hard sentences and take barbituates,

(JP Cali Smoov)

Wait.. they say y’all bully, ima pull up an make y’all pull it,

Brought a real gun load a Ar fully, its not a metaphor these are AR Bulletz,

AR Bulletz? take off hoodys, ima walk dog to the grave yard wit us,

Pull a sawed-off or da chain saw on us, i get to treatin paint balls like they AR bulletz,

(Cass)

Its a minefield. Step on the wrong spot and get dropped, Talk to the pineal,

See ya whole life flash, hit em wit a time stamp,

Wish I was a wise ass, tell em, “bitch u like that”

U dont wanna try Cass, I like a lil fight back,

Bitch im wit Smoov, no rules, triple bypass

Thought I couldn’t do it, but I fly past-

Wit my high ass, Lie back wit an ice pack

(JP Cali Smoov)

Slide back wit a nice pack, i been gettin wit tha groupies who don’t like rap

Ima break hoe back like a ice pack,

(Had to face time like a i pad)

I be lightin up her room like a night stand,

My flow is super, Roy Jones jr wit an ounce of kunta,

In Nova Scotia they know Smoov and quote the movement,

(Cass)

Im like a fuckin virus.

If u get close to me, imma get inside ya

Grew up too punk, dumb and too drunk

Fuck who wants it, im all screwed up

Drug abused up, I would lose touch,

My Medulla, fuckin bruised up

Came in the game like the fuckin Buddha.

Knew I had to believe if I wanted to do stuff

(JP Cali Smoov)

The flyest an flashiest outfits extravagant,

Left high school and the streets made me learn calculus

Cuttin wholes to halves in the basement where i was baggin it,

Kobe Bryant pressure only difference is I’m travelin

(Cass)

I listen to my sixth sense,

Bitch I got a house wit a big fence,

Im loud and won’t sit on the bench

I gets down like im drowsy a little bit bent

The crowd is innocent,

Sprayin lyrical rounds, whoever around,

Y’all getting fuckin mowed down

I dont give a shit,

Its America, get out when u hear the shit.