Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Behind Barz, artist - Kay-o
Date of issue: 04.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Behind Barz |
Homerton, E9 |
Link Up TV, Behind Barz |
CTP |
Shouts CTP on the beat |
If they arrest us, say nish to a fed, speaking to pigs is never a option |
I put it on my life that I can’t snitch, that’s a cross on the blues like |
Scotland |
I still got sticks for 'em problems, stick one on your T like a sponsor |
I’m still tryna touch these kids, no-nonsense, how could I change my content? |
Dem boys want smoke, then they shoulda went Holland |
How many times I had to stop and starch? |
Tryna make that change and get it in |
constant |
How many times we tryna block theirs cars? |
But they still escape, |
if not I’m responsive |
This shits hot, still hop out on opps, two nose on the dots, they bonding |
I been through blocks, thats me and my mates, now it’s straight put pressure on |
ends |
See the man then we setting it bait, change these plates so this whip blends |
If they violate, we’re going back straight tryna test out their defence |
If I’m hitting the 8, it’s blades and sprays or I’m going to buck my friends |
They love all the socials, sayings or chattings, nuttin but vocals |
Pray and I feel like Paris, the opps dem always been hopeful |
I’m still tryna hit that mark in the field with the hammer like Noble |
At times gotta keep it live, still risking your life when there’s things just |
local |
Ever been so close but far and your wishing that it’s on deck |
Datch thats bro come like he can’t see no sense when it comes to the opps then |
he just sees red |
Ever gone fishing and ain’t need no net, T, weightlifting, ain’t need no reps |
Weeks in the T, man run through pebs, ain’t seen no bread 'cause of high expense |
A few to a kat for the runs and a set for a kat as rent |
Spoke to my nigga, hopes I’m making hits cah we needs gigs bro, like Spen' |
Ever been opp block and then bucked your friend, if you hear that he’s there |
More time ten kats run for the meals no tread |
No ticks cah I don’t wanna deal with debts |
I go riding with heat, that’s one way to deal with death |
Show violence in streets, that’s one way to deal with threats |
Cold silent don’t speak, that’s one way to deal with feds |
Won’t find me when we beat, that’s one way to deal with skets |
They say K you can rap, the wordplays mad, you can make it big here, no afro |
Good with the puns, if I’m talking bars, every one need a wheel, no barrow |
Beef in the streets, bring smoke to your show, we ain’t try bun shallow |
I still serve up on the back road, kicking them dots like it’s astro |
If they arrest us, say nisch to a fed, I got nuttin' to say to the Old Bill |
Not a thing gets said, rather sit in the pen with a bowl of oatmeal |
Anytime I’ve seen them, they sped, loves a Big Shaq, I should call him O’Neal |
Anytime I leave it in Z’s, the bread gets sent, I just love an old deal |
I still bake qway doing up old deals, my head strong if I’m ever in ordeals, |
go over there show my corn feels |
I pick up that stick, go on to a 4 wheels, when the tings bam-bam, |
don’t watch it’s real |
Step with steel, different traces, you can get cheffed or peeled |
Homerton 9, we 'bout cream like Baileys |
Still get 'round sides, Ben Davies |
It come like most of the gang been having them thoughts to ride lots lately |
Step out to the tings off safety |
A man try pop corn but you’re down the road tryna get wavey |
Behind Barz |
This Shits Ments out October 26th |
Fumez The Engineer |