Lil Bars - Not what it seems Like

Niggas think shits sweet and shi
This city ain't sweet
Niggas be like Springfield ain't on shi them niggas soft
Springfield a good city this and that
They hear good shi...
But what we really hear is

Fye fye fye fye fye fye
Oh yeah we grew around that
Fye fye fye fye fye fye
Oh yeah you really wit it
Slide slide slide slide slide slide
But all the opps they really
Hide hide hide hide hide hide
Man tell the oops that we outside

You ain't really like that
Fuck around i'll smoke your lungs up
You ain't shootin shit to up the sco
So Put them guns up
Born around gorillas
Homicides, And Where Them Gun Bust
Feds be pullin deep
So i told B to keep the drugs tucked
Walk around official
They said i move just like my Pops
Damn I wanna fuck this freaky bitch but her mom works for cops
They said bars you do too much
Well hey man i can't fw opps
Stay to Gang stay in our lane
And get that cake thats how we rock
I look innocent
But i can be a real cold killer
I ain't never been a punk
And ion fear no nigga
Surgical just wit the stick
Bitch ima real dope driller
Free the twins straight out the jam
They is some real dope dealers
Got off my ass to get the bag
Cuz ima real go getta
Your whole crew mates looking soft
Bitch i'm with real gorillas
Call em bayblade in these streets
Cuz he a real dope spina
You can't kill me just wit y'all
You gon need way more hittas
The jakes been on our ass
I'm in the back so i went low
First thing they see when we step in
Is damn they gettin dough
Sneakin dissin on the gram
Don't give you stripes bitch lemme know
From the field bitch we goin stupid
Soon as you open up that door
All you really hear is fye fye fye fye fye fye fye fye fye

Written by:
Ivon Johnson

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