2 Minutes of Barz

Bitch I ain't the type to go on no dinner date
I'm the type to fuck on that bitch face
Like Lil Wayne in 08' I stay with this Drake
30 clip in my K, 30K In my safe
Glizzy on me make em' Nae Nae
Hop out, spray spray
Now that nigga running like day-day
Rap ass nigga snitch on the gang like Treyway
Imma do the race like Tay-K
And I'm still trying to maintain
'Cause I ain't got rich yet and I want me a plain Jane
This bitch off a molly, she ain't even know that a perc and a roxy the same thing
Damn, she geeked
Damn, this hoe for the street
Damn, this chopper I bought was cheap, I hope it don't jam on me
Fuck it I know it's gon' blow if it don't then I'm taking it back to the store
I might give the strap to little bro
He give me an O, I told him fasho
That nigga talk to the feds for real
That nigga he scared, for real
Play with the gang leave him dead, for real
That nigga straight bitch he ain't ever really went on no drills
Only shit these niggas pop is pills
How many of your opps got killed
How many diamonds in your watch ain't real
How many times your broke ass skip a meal
Got this bitch mad now she grabbing the wheel
Shut the fuck up hoe just sit back and chill
Lean in my cup holder I popped a seal
Smokin' on kill like Bill
Still independent I ain't signed no deal
LMT pendant, they ask if it's real
Well tell all these niggas I spent a few bills
So I could have ice on my neck just to give me some chills
So I could be flooded with rocks
So niggas know that it's big Huncho when I'm on the block
We kick in your front door no need for no locks
Extended clip on this chop, can't miss a shot
B-Rip might relapse
If he get the drop to your spot where you be at
One call we'll be back, finna turn this Fiat to a stolo, where the keys at
Riding with the seat back
Niggas keep dropping wack shit like damn where the heat at
Walk a nigga down like I need that
It ain't shit to get a nigga wacked, like three racks
Hold up, I spent a check on these shoes
It ain't shit to come through and just step on these dudes
Breaking news, my tape coming soon
I do my little dance and she like how I move
My neck like a pool
My whip ain't got room
But when it go vroom I skirt off and zoom
I been an ape since I came out the womb
Bricksquad, bitch I'm a goon
Rap ass nigga, you Love and Hip-Hop, Kidz Bop
I done ran through 'bout six Glocks
Can't fit my stick in this, I need a big box
Empty the clip watch him beatbox just like a TikTok
Chopper bullet ricochet, that's a trick shot
This pistol caught more bodies than my damn dick got
You better be worried 'bout paying your rent not beefing with me 'cause I been hot



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Writer(s): Archie White
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