Just Barz
Use get down with my cousin remember when we was still little we stole from the store
Now we not going for nothing we out switching whips hitting licks and we like to tote poles
I'll smoke a opp like it's nothing I keep me a gat cock it back and I let that bitch roll
If you ain't talking bout money then ain't no discussion or talk nigga I'm tryna score
Remember when niggas had nothing we slid on the opps at the slot and we went through the crib
We use to come up pounds smoke a ounce
Toting chops that was bigger than me how we lived
It was just me and my brother the city and struggles we had really fucked up our head
Keep me a pole for protection cause niggas talk reckless they hate and they all want me dead
Been through a lot but I won't let it phase me I hold back the tears and I boss up
They see me winning I ball by the minute I see that they mad cause I'm sauced up
Won't do no drive-bys my killers they creeping
Approach from behind and they walk up
No cameras no whiteness he won't say who did it
Cause of all of the blood that he coughed
I got my heart broke but I thug it out
My niggas switched up but I thug it out
Smoke me a bag and I puff it out
You ain't shit nigga cut it out
I pour me a drank pop a Percocet
I'm still in my mood it ain't working yet
My bitch say she drunk and she fucking lit
Bitch not if you haven't start twerking yet
She got no ass I can work with that
As long as she how to throw it back
I put the tip in her pussy hole
She started having a heart attack
I took her heart now she want it back
She had my heart til she turned it blacked
EMG been off his fucking meds
Glock to his top and he getting whacked
Glock on his top and he getting whacked
We smoke a opp in a brand new pack
We smoke a nigga make sure he dead
Then we head out to we up the sack
Running this shit like a running back
Come running back with a 100 stacks
Thinking bout smoking 100 ops
Then maybe roll up 100 thrax
Fat ass,fat boobs,nice body haywire
Next up who's you? nobody way higher
Beast mode,so cold,go dummy take fire
Qp's, backwoods, outlaws,grey lighter
Rap beef,so weak,try me,wrong body
Smoke him,smoke you, beat case, John gotti
Drive way,one mile,big crib, long lobby
wax on,wax off punani, Miahgi
Might buy a crib for my auntie
My buy my mama a Audi
My haters and rivals they sleeping
Might wake up in a new Bugatti
Might buy my sister a mansion
Might buy my brother a Banshee
Diamonds so flee they go haywire
You know that them diamonds be dancing
Now we not going for nothing we out switching whips hitting licks and we like to tote poles
I'll smoke a opp like it's nothing I keep me a gat cock it back and I let that bitch roll
If you ain't talking bout money then ain't no discussion or talk nigga I'm tryna score
Remember when niggas had nothing we slid on the opps at the slot and we went through the crib
We use to come up pounds smoke a ounce
Toting chops that was bigger than me how we lived
It was just me and my brother the city and struggles we had really fucked up our head
Keep me a pole for protection cause niggas talk reckless they hate and they all want me dead
Been through a lot but I won't let it phase me I hold back the tears and I boss up
They see me winning I ball by the minute I see that they mad cause I'm sauced up
Won't do no drive-bys my killers they creeping
Approach from behind and they walk up
No cameras no whiteness he won't say who did it
Cause of all of the blood that he coughed
I got my heart broke but I thug it out
My niggas switched up but I thug it out
Smoke me a bag and I puff it out
You ain't shit nigga cut it out
I pour me a drank pop a Percocet
I'm still in my mood it ain't working yet
My bitch say she drunk and she fucking lit
Bitch not if you haven't start twerking yet
She got no ass I can work with that
As long as she how to throw it back
I put the tip in her pussy hole
She started having a heart attack
I took her heart now she want it back
She had my heart til she turned it blacked
EMG been off his fucking meds
Glock to his top and he getting whacked
Glock on his top and he getting whacked
We smoke a opp in a brand new pack
We smoke a nigga make sure he dead
Then we head out to we up the sack
Running this shit like a running back
Come running back with a 100 stacks
Thinking bout smoking 100 ops
Then maybe roll up 100 thrax
Fat ass,fat boobs,nice body haywire
Next up who's you? nobody way higher
Beast mode,so cold,go dummy take fire
Qp's, backwoods, outlaws,grey lighter
Rap beef,so weak,try me,wrong body
Smoke him,smoke you, beat case, John gotti
Drive way,one mile,big crib, long lobby
wax on,wax off punani, Miahgi
Might buy a crib for my auntie
My buy my mama a Audi
My haters and rivals they sleeping
Might wake up in a new Bugatti
Might buy my sister a mansion
Might buy my brother a Banshee
Diamonds so flee they go haywire
You know that them diamonds be dancing
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