Barz

Check the wrist no rolex
Bloody chics no kotex
Real bitch they know that
Cheese please no kodak
Good green I blow that
100 nothin below that
Same team we go back
Call it gain green when we stack
Punch clocks for the check Grind hard i need that
Wont starve I think back
To being broke cant be that
I take charge im so far from them broads u see that
Pussy stay wet so his dick hard
He love the way that i throw it back
Been real I speak facts
No chill no relax
Izzy been shittin on these hoes and i did that with no exlax
These lil girls no guidance
From rejects to neglects
In these streets wildin
Gotta visit your kids at dfcs
These niggas be childish
Petty dudes the loudest
I told u back in Aint it mane
Izzy dont fuck with savages
I really do be havin this
Im so far from the average
All this dick ridin they mastered it
And gave too many passes on a lot of whack shit mane
Fuck these niggas cant trust them
Better strap up if ya gone fuckem
Got a sharp tongue for bitches i cut'em
If aint bout money yen talkin about nothin

Izzy got barz i aint talkin bout xans
Barz
Give it to u raw goin in no hands
Ooh
Izzy got barz no baby ruth
Go so hard spit nothin but truth

I got lovers no haters
Givers no takers
Niggas dont chasem
Im more turned on gettin paper
Dutch Masters my loud
Cus thats the way that i like to face them
I know yo momma must be proud of all that life u wastin
Some Bitches be basic
How can a nigga be complacent
Round table my team cus we like to sit adjacent
Reality my dream
Iwant it so imma take it
It aint no in between
Either you real or u on some fake shit
Records gone break it
Tell the dj heavy rotation
I Cum hard all over the track
I call that lyrical masturbation



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Writer(s): Tamara Langdon
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