Mad About Bars

No, we never ever solo

My G that's a no-go

Got ya-ya in the bag

It's a no-go with my people

The flow is cold, that's fro-zone

Man, I'm way past the ozone

Man, I'm way past the post codes

I need the money, a truck load

I don't really give a fuck though

Hating ****, there's a lot of those

Money, money over all the hoes

Sucky, sucky then she got to go

She's lucky, lucky, yeah, she got the pole

Funny, funny when they had the dough

Now I'm laughing, laughing 'cause they going broke

Laughing, laughing 'cause they going broke

Now under arrest, i am paying no fine, I ain't doing no life

I was out on the roads, I was tryna survive

My pops always telling me why

'Cause I've been through some shit on the roads

These **** are flying abroad

I was up in the city, the six is so pretty

No money, no money, I'm feeling so shitty

I was down but I'm up now

A boogie in the cut now

Free milky, yeah he's locked down

Cleveland, yeah we got brown

Got the Xanax and we got loud

Got the Xanax and we got loud

Hit my phone for that uptown

Hit the phone for that uptown

Had a good sale, call him Charlie fiend

Two in a halfs, no Charlie Sheen

Big buds, I'm all light green

Too charged up to be the suck it B

Ready, ready, ain't no stopping me

Jump out your seats, no apology

Jump in the game oh so properly

Giving out pills to the Xanny fiends

I just want all this money for family

Irrelevant people have doubted me

My G on my right and my left

That's Ramsey and Jamie, they know how to handle beef

Well done with the hint of some pepper, no salad please

Two summers ago, yeah, I handle heat

Fell on my face now I'm on my feet

My shoes are designer, they call me

Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner

Winter time, it's getting cold

I really, really need a burner

I pour up a four and they leading a thermos

Smoke up and pour up, they laughing at these guns in the circus

My brother got hella things you can purchase

Hella rocks like the surface

Good, good, good and talk you in your German

Now you and your whip need a service

We don't do shit with no purpose

I need a yard fully furnished

I'm gonna stay the same person

Got the grey and the goose, the Canadian goose

The sauce is hotter than the furnace

Kentucky to us with the kernels

Got the 'Chette in my finals

We really not into the verbal

I'm really not into the verbal

Really not into the verbal

Aye, I'm really not into the verbal

We're really not into the verbal

Smoking pot of green, listening to part of paper

Seven days had no sleep, I'll have it later

'Cause I'm out here, been on the roads, been grinding late I was

Traps coming finesse, when he's got powers

But money's just a paper weight

The bitch's face on it

Hit him with the knuckles, watch his friends turn sonic, ironic

I was playing pool, feds barged in, I had an eight ball in my pocket

I work for myself, on plug, no socket

Dick at her throat, I had to tell her buy some lockets

Smoke, smoke, smoke, man, our backs like rockets

Packing 'em under, had to call and dock it

I keep it step-y

Don't want the five-O clocking

Five-O big jacket, it's in one of twelve pockets

Chatty patty people got a block it, gotta check it

I'm a gorilla in the mist

That's no lie, coming like mist 'cause I'm so high

All beef, I let it all slide

New beef marinated, yeah, yeah, I still cook right

Look, it's gon' be alright

New ye, new money, yeah, it's gon' be so fine

It's gon' be so fine

It's gon' be so fine, look

Where's the biscuits? I need to up my glucose

My shoes used to rip, man, I used to rob shoes on

I'm still breathing, I can't complain

Once or twice a year take a holiday, look

But I'm still out on this streets

Kill two birds with one or I'd rather kill 'em with three

Used to shot hard, playlist on repeat

Give it all up 'cause these feds had me deep

Twenty percent chip, eighty percent weed

Zero percent heart, hundred percent dick to this chick

Feelings and fuckeries, no I ain't into them shits, I ain't into them shits

If you see Hunch, then, Joseph ain't far

If you see wide B, Huncho's in the car

Huncho by the bar, Huncho by the trap

Huncho can't sign the nine and you never run it back, no way

No, you never run it back, no way

No, you never run it back, no way

No, you never run it back, no way

Huncho can't sign the nine and you never run it back

Huncho, you doing 'em dirty like that?

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