Lyrics By The Bar - Mack 10, Wanted (Skoop Delena & Young Soprano), Kanary Diamond

By The Bar

Who banging gangsters
Coming and balling to a scene near you
You know what to do
When you banging in the house all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the
No snitches, real killers that’ll shut shit down
And the niggas we fuck with they run their town
Look I’m shinin' mothafucka what you heard is real, just signed a new deal just
got some new skrill
I ain' gone' lie to get your boy whole bunch of meals and enough upfront just
to make a nigga feel
Like a made man and robbing when he know both tips cop two cars at a time and
pimp both ribs
I ain’t new to this, see I been pushin' double laws and my wheels' been
matching the same colors as my cars
And I’ve been a nigga with rubber bands on my cabbage and when they come a'
huffin' I’m a straight fuckin' savage
Mack 10 nigga and I’m never ever average, tip top of the food-chain and
everything
It ain’t shit homie I stay ballin' forth throttle, fucking top models and
popping yellow bottles
And I shut the city down when I pull my cars out and every club we hit tonight
When you banging in the house all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the
No snitches, real killers that’ll shut shit down, and the niggas we fuck with
they run their town
If you ain’t heard it by now you should and every yellow, also the thuggest
chick off the block
I’m fly precious but ready to box, fresh tix, yeah the homie’s a cop,
cause ass hits pressing niggas to flop
Believe it or not, real speak threw up a lot where gangs clicks and cross that
fly
Gimme my props, I’m in this show, you niggas need no sex just to feel this raw
Me and my, get em' girls so getcha' girls, so get your girl before we get em'
pearls then we bust this horseshit, tell the world
Gimme a truck cause I’m worth 8 mill', she ill, also boy you know this chick
got skills
Baby girl don’t get restless, several test’ess, it’s a gangsta hood entities
from priestess
Miss K, puddy down with Mack mason baby, with the paper trail who bangin' pay
them later.
When you banging in the house all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the
No snitches, real killers that’ll shut shit down, and the niggas we fuck with
they run their town
I hit the club, fucked up in a red top lambo, cranberry vodka got me clowning
on the dancefloor
Two step it, don’t throw no elbows!
L. A fit it white T, khakis and high-top
shell toes
Fold the stacks.
So all the bitches get nice, krank that a few, but lift the
club with baddest
She wanted a boss, so she chose a whole bang-up, future holo-famous, who Delena,
who can faint her
Dollar signs Soprano, fly as a sparrow, baby’s mind on my money and her eyes on
my vessle
Try’na dig me like a shovel who banging on another level, this is for my
king-pin niggas ballin' in the ghetto
Keys up and keys make the world go around, we throw a whole, yea that’ll shut
the shit down
We rich bitch!
and it ain’t disappear, with some certified ballers we’re gaming
for real
When you banging in the house all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the
No snitches, real killers that’ll shut shit down, and the niggas we fuck with
they run their town