Lyrics Mad About Bars - S5-EP3 - Mixtape Madness, Kenny Allstar, Scorcher

Mad About Bars - S5-EP3

Ye-ye-ye-ye-yeah, alright
I swear we about to turn the game into a frenzy with this one
It’s the general
SJ
And you know what I came here to do
True say, it’s season 5
I felt like it was only right
We bring through a seasoned vet
So let’s go over to the Nine and let’s get it crackin'
Scorcher
I stepped in the dance with bae
She’s got a flick knife in her purse for me (Gang)
Boujee, but ratchet before I can grab it
She might do it first for me
I’m in the whip with a six year bird on me
I ain’t chattin' 'bout bitch from a burglary (Nah)
I’m from lower E where they do surgery
I go first, if I hear you want (Wah), murder me (Woo)
You take out your phone and press all the buttons
I’ll put it in flight mode just like Khabib in fight mode (Fight mode)
Take out a Russian and push on a suttin' (Pah-pah-pah)
Forget a discussion
If I’m with my brothers, then yeah it’s a rushin'
If I’m on my ones (Yeah), and you’re on your ones (Yeah)
I beg you don’t run, let’s get to the scuffin'
I was sixteen with warlord, putting up 3's on the scoreboard
My killers got beef, what’s talk for (Ay, what’s talk for?)
He don’t know what he got bored for (Chattin')
No explanation, and it faded then step out the station
I said a prayer asking for forgiveness
Because I X’d my man that he came with
I don’t care if he’s involved or not
Forehead ting, no Voldemort
Them boy there got load of talk
My man them go over (Ah)
My man them go overboard
Bystanders, like oh my lord (Uh)
Cause on a dry day, man soak the floor
And then drop a new tape and then go on tour (Ay)
Anywhere I go, man fi know the whole of the Niners are welcome
I got real killers on the line, I can bell them
Feds ask man shit, I don’t tell them (Shit)
You know middle man bits, I sell them
Dark from Iraq, but I come via Belgium
Plus I got bank, so it’s looking like twelve then
But I’ve got another leak from an ex-girlfriend
I wish that I weren’t, but I’m local
Got it on deck, no phone call (Woo)
Them man, they make threats on socials
But it all ends with a Bogle (No sweat)
My brothers got bagged with pro tools
And they weren’t layin', no vocals
True the judge gave out twenty in total (Ay)
I’m a send man credit on postal
Fumez The Engineer
That one’s crazy
Shout out to Scorcher
You already know he’s coming with a bag of new material this year as well
It’s Mix-tape Madness, it’s Kenny Allstar
Let’s keep it moving