Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Barz, artist - Futuristic. Date of issue: 12.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All Barz |
| Yo, y’all niggas lucky I turned down a deal |
| Nothin but hits when I spit it I think I gotta chill |
| Weight on my shoulders I carry it like a body build |
| Independent limitless and I did it without a pill |
| Man, RIP to DTuck studio with durag, pop filters and peanuts |
| We up, kick ya feet up, reup light the weed up |
| All you do is talk and I’m on a track with a speed up |
| A couple million got it chillin' like it’s by the pool |
| Inside a cooler I’m the coolest nigga, halleluja |
| Dropped out of school, 'cause they wasn’t feeling my show-and-tell |
| Did a show to tell everybody how I devoured boots |
| Without a noose I leave 'em hanging when they turn they back |
| You think you buzzin' but honey you gotta learn the facts |
| When words attach to that instrumental, I burn the track |
| If you react and down in the furnace, you go from nerds that rap |
| Damn, got money coming out my vocal chords |
| The benz bumping that shit I made in my clothing store |
| I been sort of bored with the bars so I started singing on 'em |
| Christmas dropped the jingle on 'em, singing till my throat get sore |
| The flow a chore I gotta do it just to please the public |
| Know that they need it, they fiending, they say that he disgusting |
| They try to slide on my guy in the club and get a punch in |
| Guess they didn’t a realise when I go out it’s a family function |
| Yo, I’m swinging first like I’m batting third |
| That’s absurd never ever been touched and that’s my word |
| I’m preaching positive vibes but no I am not the guy |
| To hide from anybody, so pull up on me and catch my work |
| Take 'em to church I got 'em praising the kid |
| It’s kinda funny I remember when they’d hate on the kid |
| It’s all gravy on the potatoes, nothing’s fazing the kid |
| Your lady loves me but I never let her stay with the kid |
| Nigga I’m up |
| Yeah, they don’t call me one take timmy for nothing nigga |
| Alright you need another one |
| Droped another one I guess I outta |
| A studio in my second crib for these niggas is shady I guess my house is |
| slaughter |
| The declaration of independence and I’m the author |
| Anybody popping you know them niggas done probably bought it |
| 'Cause I been putting 'em on like I’m LeBron |
| Win, lose or draw no matter who get involved, I do it all |
| And you niggas struggle to shoot the ball |
| If they wanted get out the city I always be who they call, ya |
| Happily helping hand, hoping they understand |
| But bite the hand that feed you, you might get a opened hand |
| Opened can of woop ass on 'em |
| Stoned cold fans, I’m flipping the cake, batter like cold stone hands |
| No more stans, I wrote those fans |
| Should do a show about the dough they way I’m making the bands |
| They taking advance, nigga I was taking a chance |
| I’m making the plans then grow 'em like I’m raising the plants |
| Uh, raisin' bran in the morning they got me shitting on 'em |
| Outfit looking like fresh prince, I’m Smithing on 'em |
| Your girl whip her hair, I got her switching on 'em |
| Don’t be jayded by the iconic lyrics I spiting on 'em |
| I’m gone |