Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mad About Bars - S4-E1, artist - Mixtape Madness. Date of issue: 18.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mad About Bars - S4-E1 |
| M1OnTheBeat |
| I need you lot to understand one thing |
| If you wanna talk about one of the originators in this ting |
| You’re looking at them right now |
| But I think some of you lot have forgotten |
| So let’s remind you |
| Smoke Boys |
| Sleeks, Deepee, Swift |
| Smokey settings |
| Jheez |
| Fell in love with the trap |
| Elastic bands and cash, misch and mash, this and that |
| A thousand grams just come and it’s already gone, that’s no cap |
| Said you got all this P but you’re tryna buy a iPhone X on Snap |
| Everything I rap is facts |
| Just sent out the morning text, just had the sim card cracked |
| Call me the Green Giant, sitting with all these packs |
| And I just done a morning round, now I’m sitting with all these racks |
| I feel like Cain |
| I feel like Cain, I’m Abel and I got 'caine in 8 balls |
| I ain’t got shame, that’s shameful, brick I might break, big breakthrough |
| And I been great, been made to, ucky was great and it made me feel great too |
| Been a father and these niggas ungrateful, I just do greatness, I don’t do |
| lateness |
| Big bells put a boy down for braveness, I just need acres, I don’t need |
| neighbours |
| They just need favours, whole lot of favours, T vacuum with a whole lot of |
| flavours |
| In the hoopty then my nigga upgraded |
| Big not man, I’m major, cookie, act like that’s my fragrance |
| With gangdem doing up trips, them man love doing up lips |
| I put packs in cling, soon put them man in a rizz |
| Manbag with things and things, that’s pack or skiddy, pap, pap or ching |
| Peng gyal wanna link big Swift but only if I can bring the thing |
| Used to be more than pissed when the jeans got ripped, now we buy them ripped |
| Used to have bruck down whips, bruck down kicks, now look at the drip |
| Whippin' excursion in the kitch', dashed in 3, I just got back 6 |
| Risk, riff, gave it a mix like 6 |
| Pocket was bruck and I got that fix, them lies that you lie just fibs |
| I just chop that, drop that and let that fizz, ain’t no middle man couldn’t let |
| man drink |
| Phone going off, they can’t let man think |
| Mums home in a sec, it stinks |
| Bros got his neck on sync, big bulbs in the neck, it blinks |
| If this was New Jack City, I’m Nino |
| And I ain’t picking up weights when you hear me talking kilos |
| And the engine stays in sport, broke niggas drive on eco |
| When the pack gets low, call up plug and bound for the reload |
| Touch bro, mans stepping, talking loads, ain’t repping |
| Back then it was smokey settings, shellings, kweffings, a million wettings |
| Bro said that she’s a trophy cah she helped you bring the skeng in |
| Tell them Smokey only, she was like «I swear you’re Section» |
| Part 2 |
| Ah right |
| N1 got the sauce baby |
| That was just gear one |
| Sykes I see you |
| Let’s do this again |
| Sykes, Sykes |
| Smokey Boys, we see the internet talking |
| But I think you lot need to understand, these mans ain’t playing no game this |
| year |
| Listen to this |
| Little man wanna go country, he gotta do more than 1 week |
| Got the Humpty for a monkey, that’s lovely jubbly |
| Bro said that car looks funny, it might be nuttin' or it might be undies |
| Duppy for bruv or cuzzy, that’s family and that’s on mumzy |
| Do road with bro, that’s Bimmer and Benz’s, man doing up country |
| I really don’t know how I get these peng tings and mans so ugly |
| Should’ve taught man to press it, dead it, umm umm, I just want ucky |
| And it’s getting man smoked like Benson, blem him, then go link mummy |
| They said they do road but umm I don’t know, I don’t believe their verses |
| Can’t trust a soul, mans so-so nervous, had it in community service |
| Put slugs in turners, no gloves, still work it |
| I know plugs and workers, big-big money earners |
| Rap, stack, course we’re trying |
| Said you got bands in the trap, got no cash, someone’s lying |
| Said she wanna do my plaits, hold this wap until it’s frying |
| Man fly them whole but some of them bricks they get divided |
| From young been running from Trident |
| Came up from the corner, now we just shut down Wireless |
| I remember going OT with Travis Scott and Kylie |
| Tryna get the bank rolls piling, bruck down whips with mileage |
| Now when I look back at the throwbacks, me and KK just smile it off |
| From a Q to a half to a whole block |
| T house, setting up phone shop |
| Them boy there got no guwop |
| They already said smoking kills |
| Still crush buds in the rizla, broccoli buds, no pills |
| Open the box like no spill |
| Smoke in the flesh, live in the p-lace, I need a fresh, I need a clean slate |
| Had an arrest, I need a beat case, bus-i-ness man, put buds in the briefcase |
| Fuck all the long, done all the delay, you can get a brick on prepay |
| Drought but the price too high though, drag you out your wheels and sell it on |
| eBay |
| Shell it on Gumtree, mum said I’m handsome, lifestyle ugly |
| Trust me, said it weren’t us when she heard us on radio but she said must be |
| Sweets like Kinder but they come Kit Kat chunky |
| In and out of town in one week, OT Saturday, shelling on Sunday |
| Ay, caramba, see the undies, big pumpy, make you jumpy |
| Make you bungee, make you sizzle up like Kalonji, trap like dungrees |
| Know the feds want all the mandem on the landing for the fuckery |
| I hustle hard, no GoFundMe, I’m a jungle boy in Jumanji |
| There you have it |
| The nicest way to kick off a new season |
| Smoke Boys, Deepee, Swift, Sleeks |
| It’s gonna be a good year, believe that |
| Don’t forget, check out the mixtapes they’ve got out on road |
| Don’t Panic 2, Swiftionary and they’re coming with more this year |
| Subscribe to that Mixtape Madness channel as well |
| And download and save all the playlists for Mad About Bars, especially season 4 |
| It’s the voice of the streets, jheez |