Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mad About Bars, artist - Yamaica
Date of issue: 03.08.2019
Song language: English
Mad About Bars |
Let me get this straight |
Bare chat on the tweet when the G’s bucked you, you was holding chase |
Man got mashup, things on things all over the place |
Now you wanna chat off your mouth on Peri |
When your shoe was all over the place, huh |
Man best pick up, pick up that shoe |
Tell my man, «Pick up, pick up that card» |
When the mandem hit up, hit up that food |
Them man wan hitch up, hitch up pon sha |
Kwasia sem who you talking to? |
Man a real bad boy, who you talking to? |
Man scream, «Sho» when I’m walking through |
17K and your boring who? |
Huh |
Why they wanna fuck with a nigga like me? |
Man pull up, hop out and dump 2 quick, man ah fly OT |
We don’t run from these fuckboys |
Blud, I’ll slap man on ITV |
You don’t want it with a nigga like me |
You go run when you see me |
We ain’t letting it bang |
So why the fuck did you leave your like mikes? |
Have you seen your jacket and kicks? |
How you talking 'bout tramps on your timeline? |
Man left his iPhone 5 |
So how the fuck you gonna write your lies? |
Lickle man just stick to the rap ting, darg |
You don’t wanna get skyed |
When your boy lands road, I’ll be waiting for him at the door |
I heard shh-shh hit him up in the jail house |
Had him on all four s |
Ah, they talking the shit like they pressure |
I swear on my life I’m fed up |
One of these yutes haffi deadup |
Man trek to the op block get bitcoin for my deets, juvies Man just chat about |
cream, bare Ounto and cake on my scene |
Big ting go boom, bye bye if I spot anyone of them neeks |
Man don’t scream, man don’t speak |
Hit him with a tum-tum make a man lean |
Make a man lean, make a man lean then bop |
Can’t tell me about on tops |
I been upsuh, me Kush and lick a man down for his watch |
Man tried escape, man try escape in the A |
Three, me and Kush jumped in the whip, bare skrr skrr |
Bare handbrakes on the roadside |
Catch man and break man’s face |
We can do the bootings, we can do the shootings |
If I tap a mission I’ma boot his door in |
Big rambizzy pon my side |
When we step through your mandem wan' hide |
Man do road, man do road with the Ounto |
Man do road with the smoke |
Pussy don’t choke, wet up my roach |
Must can hold a two box in your nose, no problem |
I’ve done road on my lonelies |
If it wasn’t for this music, man |
I swear they wouldn’t phone me |
But thats just how it goes, B |
I’ve always been around the wise, so i know who’s my co-d |
They can’t fool me, I swear they can’t stall me |
Them pussyboys going down south like Morley’s |
All they ever did was just stall me |
It’s man crush monday, fell in love when she saw me |
Let’s take a stroll down ganster hill |
Guns and knives is what you see on a ganster’s will |
I can’t wait to the day that I’m soundin' like Nines |
Sayin', «I got bare jewels like Stamford hill» |
My niggas gettin' this money and still bangin' |
I hope I be gettin' this money and still rappin' |
Open doors don’t mean nothin' to me if I’m still trappin' |
Doing road, rollin' around theres no lackin' |
These niggas sending threats, I don’t give a fuck |
When my daddy left me he didn’t give a fuck |
So when I see that certain someone I don’t give a fuck |
Kidnap a bitch nigga, make him live with us |
How we living rough, I swear how we living rough |
That’s why when my niggas hit the belly all they do is blush |
They heard that we be violent, they don’t fuck with us |
Before my Blackbox came I never heard them sayin' |
«You soon blow Abz, you’re killing all these shows Abz |
Your on my Snapchat and my Twitter, bro, your known fam» |
But my question is, when the buzz decides to leave will they remember me? |
Sho |
«You soon blow Abz, you’re killing all these shows Abz |
Your on my Snapchat and my Twitter, bro, your known fam» |
But my question is, when the buzz decides to leave will they remember me? |
Sho |
Look, my lifestyle |
Lately my life’s wild |
Bitches in my DMs move to me, they want the pipe now |
Back then the bitches told man to pipe down |
Free YZ, told me, «Abz this is your life now» |
Lost Blickz, lost Y’z, lost Blacks |
Lost Daz, man, free my brudda Daz |
They got the rest of my bros in the can |
It’s like they wanna see us crack in the can |
Free Daz, man, they hit my nigga Daz with a 7 |
That’s my sole black star from the 7 |
Feelin' mad to ride and send a pussy to the heavens |
Feelin' mad to ride and teach a pussy boy a lesson |
Night in, night out, me and EMIX on the grind out |
Pourin' out my heart, I need this right now |
It’s looking like my niggas gonna die out |
I’m tryin' |
I wanna see my niggas drivin' fast cars and nice houses |
The olders beef each other and it hurts me |
Totty’s not number 1 no more, totty’s 30 |
My home’s really crumbling in the mix of all this bullshit |
Them pussys from the other side stumbled in |
I don’t even know these pricks, man, I don’t even know these hoes |
Them dickheads are neeks to the roads |
They don’t know how it goes |
What’s the code, bro? |
Blast mans face till his bludclart looks like Frodo |
I’m on one, it can get sticky in the long run |
I hope the love I’m gettin' is for the long run |
If not, I’ll be posted on the block with my long gun |
And trust me, my killers them on what I’m on, mums |
Fuck them pussies, they don’t feel me |
Now the pussy they wan' wan' feel me |
I hope the industry really do feel me |
Because everyday there’s a voice in my head screamin' shit like, «You soon blow Abz, you’re killing all these shows Abz |
Your on my Snapchat and my Twitter, bro, your known fam» |
But my question is, when the buzz decides to leave will they remember me? |
Problem |