Lil Barz - No Hook

Heard he was speakin' on me, bitch, you been a fan
I got homies that'll smoke you for a couple bands
That boy ran up on my block and got his pockets ran
Put that laser on his head, that pussy got his barcode scanned
Try to play me like a pussy, bitch, I been the man
If I ever get caught lackin', homie, I'll be damned
Mans ain't had the pole, he was throwin' hands
Tried to snatch my water, so I dropped him in the sand
You know we got them drums like a marching band
Tried to run on me in traffic but his gun was jammed
I let off 2 shots and everybody ran
He got dropped for fuckin' with big Barz, I smoked that man
Bad lil' bitch she Asian, think she from Japan
She done asked for money, hold up, change of plans
Called her ass an Uber, she ain't get no bands
I can't give a bitch a dollar, hoe, I'm 50 Cent
I won't pay your car, your water, or your fuckin' rent
CWDB, I gotta represent
Pulled up with a Glock, left some red cement
And my Rollie presidential like the president
We ain't fuckin' with no opps, that shit is evident
I be higher than a motherfuckin' space cadet
You was speakin' on the gang and bitch, we ain't forget
You gon' think he took a swim, bitch, we left his body wet
We gon' put yo' fuckin' picture in the News-Gazette
Obituary column, put his ass to rest
And yo' bitch she got some cake like Marie Antoinette
We done left his body twitchin' like that pussy had Tourette's
This bitch ain't a Muller, this an A. Piguet
And shoutout my jeweler for these new baguettes
We done smoked yo' mans like a cigarette
Then his bitch done blew me like a clarinet
And bitch, we don't play 'round 'bout some disrespect
Put 5 rounds inside his head and 2 inside his chest
Went on live and talked my shit, you know his gang was pressed
But, we gon' smoke 'em all, put that ammo in they flesh, bitch

Written by:
Bryan Russell

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