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Vice

Bars On Bars

 

Bars On Bars


Bars on bars on bars on bars (Vice)
This is how I do, bitch (FNF)
I can't find the verse in my phone (Whoa)
Fuck it, let's get it

You can feel the essence of the spirit in your presence
When I step up in your presence, I'm a wrap 'em up like presents
I'm in love with these strippers, it's a shame that I finesse 'em
I done took 'em for they money but I had to go and get it
We be strapping automatics, boy, you know I'm Illmattic
So ill when I deal I ain't never stop selling, boy, you know I'm still at it
Selling work to these addicts, staying higher than an addict
Then I pop me a brick and I get low like a basement
You know we selling all that base, bitch
Free freebase for them base heads
New face, took a bitch and I replace her
Then erase 'em like erasers
I be racing like a racer
Bitch, I'm balling like a peso
You don't know about the paper
You a motherfucking hater
I done seen my mama cry, lotta tears from her eyes
But my daddy used to lie and I know he used to beat her
So I call him Tiger Woods cause I know that he a cheater
I be jumping in the Cooper, speeding off like I'm a cheetah
Earned a lotta stripes and I ain't talking 'bout Adidas
If you acting like a hot head, I'll pop lead (Bang)
Cool you off like a freezer, boy, you know I keep the heater
They be asking why I'm selling then convict me as a felon
Now I can't get a job, I'll be damned if I'm telling
I'd rather move coke, I don't like to sell weed
Cause them pounds, you can smell 'em
Two Glocks in the stash spot
I hit 'em with the pressure, they be folding like a laptop
The bando be booming and I'll be trapping at the crack spot
Crackhead play the banjo, that's a signal for the traps, ha
I must be a muslim, I ain't fucking with the pigs and I ain't talking to no damn cops
Reminiscing 'bout the times when and my homies used to play up in the sand box
Now we got a little older and we started selling boulders, we be trapping by the sand box
Here's a shout-out to my mama, give a fuck about my father, I don't care about my damn pops
I don't even need a hook, [?] with the flow
Bars on top of bars, I keep hoes on top of hoes
I don't even need a hook, [?] with the flow
I give you bars on top of bars
My nausea really bad, I think I need to pop a bar

Haha, yeah, you know? Just had to give you one of 'em straight throughs where I go straight through, ain't no curves over here, only curve we got over here's when bitches get curved, tell the bitch to swerve, you know? I keep it G, nigga

done

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