Lil Bars - Mr. Bars (feat. LiyahBreezyy)
Ion know about y'all but ima drive but i won't miss walking
Bitches say they love me and how i move cuz ima shit talker
Burgos told me if you hear a peep pop out blitz hawk em
Shorty hit my line i pressed declined bc the bricks calling
Dolce and gabana on my socks that shit excite bitches
I do shit dolo nowadays cuz ion like niggas
Bitch i'm money man don't give a fuck about no price nigga
My nigga j not throwing hands but he could fight niggas
Freaky bitch that girl wanna get neeky in the bubble bath
If i don't include the runners on my feet this fit 200 flat
Boy i'll treat you like we locked up fuck a fist fight ima cut his ass
Ike that nigga shiesty call him up to come and hunt his ass
Niggas hate me bitch they wanna kill me they don't wanna fight me
Balenciaga, i cooped my amiris but i still be in nike
On my way to be like gucci mane i want me so icy
Bitch gon see me do my boogie dance bitch my style pricy
All black chevy long impala got me scrapping up the curb
She be wildin steddy callin damn that chick get on my nerves
Yeah y'all cool but y'all not fucking with my niggas from the burr
He dropped a diss i wasn't pissed cuz all that shit be for the birds
We blitz like madden in this bitch we spot a opp and then we strike
On the ac acura got tossed the strap i'm like a mf dyke
Ima pull up windows tinted with a mf pipe
Keep on playing boy and you gon lose your mf life
Don't give a fuck if i'm on feet i'm not loosing my ride
Bad bitch super thick got me loosing my mind
There he go get low my fault i lied move back 5steps click clack fye fye
Hit that niggas shit back slide right cha cha
Spinned what? Shot where? Pressed who? Not i
Rap nigga with the shits best believe i'll fry
Stayed the same since the day i told that chick i'll try
I've been working hard, but when i get this check boy ima split it
He keep talkin hot and know i'll get him checked boy i don't get it
I'm cooking on the pot and boy i made a mess inside my kitchen
Whooped that niggas top and when he left the scene that boy was limping
Bitch i'm fucking popped i done left the heat with my controller
I don't bring up names but i be talking shit cuz ima troller
She ain't like you gang and i know for a fact because i know her
Don't play no fucking games and i been like that back since in the strollers
I really do this shit and niggas couldn't ever get the picture
We wasn't having shit bitch i was scraping packs inside the pitcher
They gon fuck up bad cuz when i get this bag i'm gon get richer
Bitches know i'm really bars the classic ladies call me mister
Written by:
Ivon Johnson
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