Mad About Bars Part 3

(album: Mad About Bars - 2018)

These-, these niggas are bitches
Bro got the 4-4 strong, Rambo long
We're getting this done, fuck civilians
Well I've been on your block with some niggas
If I pop off the door, no-one vigilant
Run out
Fuck; these niggas are innocent
Surrounded by burners and shotties
Next time drop of the dots to a Botty
Lurk on your block wid' the mop
Get anything opp, get popped (Bang it)
Lurk on your block wid' the mop
Get anything opp, get popped (Bang it)
Lurk on your block wid' the mop
Get anything opp, get popped (Bang it)
Lurk on your block wid the mop
Get anything opp get (Buss it now)
Lurk on your block wid' the mop
Get anything opp, get popped (Bang it)
Lurk on your block wid' the mop
Get anything opp, get popped (Bang it)
Lurk on your block wid' the mop
Get anything opp, get popped (Bang it)
Hmm
What's this dusty thing that your trappin'?
Ain't no way this worthy of rapping
Yeah, he got talk, but he ain't on backing
Rambo blade, reverse it, then whack him
You can fly to my strip like Aladdin
But one wrong deed?
Kerlassing
Whose on volts?
Attack him
Stamp and did mans back in
Too many opps keep talking smack
My 9 clique made the grown men dash
He tried spin, when he backed that mash
Like, how comes your wasting cash?
My guys, my guys are the last ones left
But still tryna get man whacked
Creep, creep on the low and attack
We got slugs, nah my team never lack
Lay low 'cause we're lurking lots
Numerous blades, out to switch man off
Can't even say too much on a track
'Cause the blocks too hot, it's time to get guap
Heard that half of the streets on us
But didn't know gang got the beaters tucked
'Cah anytime we see men, more time the heat get buss
Still got to focus on clientele
Push that buj, with the light as well
Move brave, but I'm booters from jakes
Racial abuse's what the Tridents yell
Too many rats, 'cause the opps just chat
How can a
How can a man say I ain't gripsed a wap?
Blud, go check my CV, akh'
Believe that rap, 'cause I'm speaking facts
Believe that rap, 'cause I'm speaking facts
He got splashed, but your team don't back
He got yacked, and he got wrapped
The only way you cut's high knees in fact
Lay low while we're making cash
Don't forget, gang still trap and mash
Anyone on road could purchase that wap
But focus, and raise that stack
Beefing my clique?
That's a Shaolin battle
D.S, Adz, my broadie shackled
My brodies shackled his heart
His heartrate's beating
Look how your brody's rattled
Run or get tackled
I think some keeps singing them carols
Now the whole of the streets move baffled
Rah, I'm dazzled
Gang brush off all the opps like Basil (Boom, boom)