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AJ Tracey

Dollar 8 Bar

 

Dollar 8 Bar

(album: No More Looney - 2014)


Couple niggas do scams and they pop cards
Slags holla for the roast, that's a Pop Tart
I'm on the grizzy full-time, I don't stop-start
Re-up on the ting, I got it up and hit the block hard
And now I'm on my way to the party
In a foreign whip with a Spanish little shawty
Niggas got the wheel, drinking Bacardi
In the back, bitch moving fast like a [?]

I'm kicking back with that Hennessy
Licking shots at the bar like I'm Bellamy
I was in the back of the blocks moving celery
Now I'm at the front busting shots like I'm Cleverley
Age thirteen, I was on it if it paid me
Five years later, still trap in the rain G
I haven't seen a couple X-Rays lately
I'm drop any man fam, Fellaini

And these days it's evidently that I caught a buzz
I'm looking down to hell but it's deeper than I thought it was
To the top, I pray to God I never drop
Nightmares from the bottom, day-dreaming 'bout the top
Uh, I'm really moving like a mo'fucker
Going in raw, I forgot to bring my other rubber
Lyrical renegade, sweet flow, [?]
Money hungry niggas, why should you be sharing dinner plates?

I made that green flip
Big wand, I could show her magic tricks
Smoking on the ammi and it's over-piff
See I'm cooling in the cut with a couple nigs
I'm crushing up this cheddar and it fucking stinks
I still can pay my young G half a jib
Loonie in the cut with a couple chicks
FaceTime in my yard and I ain't on vid

My thotty from North wanna see me
But I said I can't see her like Stevie
She got mad, tried to throw a little tantrum
So I laughed, sent a straight face on my BB
My connect real British, that's BT
Sent a bitch home, no [?], that's ET
This nigga's cow told her friends that I'm tasty
I put it in her buns now I hardly wanna beef me

One strap, three akhs, two bricks
Only trust the mandem from the block, who these new pricks?
If I catch a nigga on the block I'll be like 'Who's this?'
Slap a nigga with my shotty, that'll leave him toothless
I'm with MTP, we ain't mainstream
My Team Paid nigga, yeah we make P
I'm licked off the ammi 'cause it's piff weed
Four bun then the room is like a chimney

See nothing ain't the same no more
I'm older now, I stand for myself, I've got a cause
See this cake on the table, [?]
I'm selfish for a reason, my nigga I'm making more
You lost me there, when you asked me for a feature
I should be in the studio with Loonz, not playing FIFA
You see my nigga Jay, he's moving all that ammo
Every time I stop on the beat, I'm moving paro

See I get real smoky
And I couldn't link your girl cah she smoky
And she fucked my whole team
Cah I gave her some molly and some codeine
See I'm smoking with my OG's
Sipping Grey Goose while I blow trees
Devil in my boat from the amnes
Twenty-one bells, I could take out your whole team

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