ProdByWalkz and Armor - Who's Got Bars? (S2 E7)

I got friends that shoot trap n
I got friends that'll scam
I got friends on the right path
I dnt mix circles I'm not a Venn diagram
Zancs in a lynx not a right
Guard and it was hurtful
Time that I spent in the can
You'd think it was easier
I woulda rather spent time
With the chickens in my shop
You'd think I was linking Amelia
I think these man have got
A thing for the media
I put it in a bit of cling
It was speedier
And when a mans rhyming
You can tell I got a taste
For the herb cos I put time in
I used to send man long texts
Now I got bored of typing
Now when it touch down better
Bell fast no northern ireland

Fuck what you're on lately
Big spliff big drip like Tom Daley
Ring ring quick jib not long Stacey
6mins quick piss cos I'm on jd
You won't refund none of them packs that i slang u
Weed crumbs stuck to the lap of my tracksuit
We found love in the yak n a fat zoot
If my bedrin comes for a chicken man had you
My bread was crumbs on a chicken that's katsu
It's meant with love not thinking that I had to
I had to sip this brown while I think
This out it's a big myth wow it's a trilogy
He wants tick, discount n delivery
I didn't pick this route it's slippery

I need detox, I drink henny vs and Vsop
I smoke weed crop
Protein shake with the sea moss
Potent haze what I cream off
And when I restock
She wanna msg me O x o
But it ain't for a beef stock
And I don't even try my haze
My wifi cake jus came with a seal on

Big smoke let me catch my breath
No joke bro u know how the asthma gets
Involved when bro told me back this sesh
Roll with a litre like Matt n Jeff
My bro showed me where he parked the beater
Bro had to make dua like lipa
And my bros got piff yola
Got em picking up dust like a lint roller

Mans catching a vibe
Two spliffs in the air got slapped with a fine
Didn't actually decline
Mans battery died
But back to the rhymes
Mans naturally high
Got packs to divide
Expensive draws blow cash to the sky
Made racks from a line
From the dank I supply
Didn't stack when I grinded
Had to consign it
Bags on my eye lids
Racks from your highness

I told bro keep the birds in a different place
Drive slow don't swerve if u think it's jakes
I couldn't never take her for a dinner date
She selfish like she's working in billingsgate
Daughter was born like when I was 15
Fucked her mum like when I was 14
Been 9 years I ain't seen my pickney
Fuck my bms shit really hits deep

Bang my chest
Two asthma pumps and I dank my veg
Got me waving on green and red dot
So I'm coming like the flag of Bangladesh
You do it with gang think it's cool n it's clever
I do it alone and I'm doing it better
Countless times seen man turn pussy
On his Bruce and his genna
You do it with gang think it's cool n it's clever
I do it alone and I'm doing it better
Countless times seen man turn pussy
On his Bruce and his genna

Written by:
DAYNE WILLIAMS, UNKNOWN UNKNOWN

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Lyrics © Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave

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