A.N.G.B KD - Bar for Bar, Pt. 2 (feat. Quincyupnxt)

Niggas always praying on my downfall, they some holy haters
Shorty says she tryna give me neck just cause I'm a rapper
Niggas always tryna go band for band like nigga I'm your master
Shorty think I'm the same nigga from a year ago, this a new chapter
Shorty says she like the way I talk, she like my fucking grammar
Shorty says she gon' call me back, but ain't even fucking answer
Bitch niggas say he want smoke, so gon give him cancer
Make a nigga throw up the white flag, you ain't fucking gangster
I gotta switch in the back of my gen to make it shoot faster
Me and KD got the rock hot, we the fucking answer
Me and Quincy back out, let's go bar for bar
Me and Zay, we them kia boys, let's go car for car
And don't stop until we at the top, let's go star for star
And we geting bands off this shit, cause we goin' hard
2024 lets make a mil, I'm tryna make it out
Why the fuck would I be a little dummy dont do that shit for clout
Bitches tryna sign my autograph, they know what we about
Niggas tryna get back in a wee, bitch I fucking doubt
Every opp we have, we put belt, that ain't no fucking doubt
All these niggas wanna come here when I'm right, but wasn't here when I was left
Me and KD goin' bar for bar, nigga we run the rest
Shorty says she a fan of my music, I give her ass a test
All the bitches on my dick, cause they know I do it the best
Bitch we goin' for a headshot, I don't know why you gotta vest
Niggas waitin' till I miss on a song, nigga I'm fucking perfect
I'm finna get my whole city out the hood, I been goin' viral
Bitch don't compare me to that one nigga, I'm on a higher level
Why the fuck you leave your pipe at the house, this shit about survival
I be havin' crazy dreams in my head, I think I'm homicidal
You can hear what, I rap about I don't fucking mumble
I know I'm the best with this rapping shit, but I be tryna stay humble
Hit a fuck nigga with a combo, make his ass stumble
Hit him with a combo, we gon' make his ass fall
Pop out 5 deep, cause the nigga ass was tall
Nigga we out shooting, bitch I ain't talking about ball
And if we catch him at school, we gon' jump him in the stall
Niggas out tryna make a rumor, bitch don't fucking say that
Why you tryna play my opps this, bitch don't fucking play that
All these bitches all up on my dick, cause I gotta maybach nigga mad
Cause we killed his brother, he can't get his payback
(Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom) Head shot nigga
(Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom) Leg shot nigga
Gotta hit the alley, cause I know the feds hot nigga
We gon' spin back, get his homie dead, watch nigga

Written by:
Keyondre Duo, Quintin Fleming

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