Atmfreebandz!
Na na na na na na na na na na na na Bitch its Barry, aye
Na na na na na na na na na Bitch its, aye
All these jits aint hear bout barry
Don't run up cause she get scared
I'm kicking in your door
All in your room like the tooth fairy
ATM this shit free bands
Cause all these methods be about money
I'm surrounded by these whites
Ain't no girls, there's just snow bunnies
22, for a break We cook it up, now that's free money
I was serving teachers trees In 9-5-4, that ain't the country
All these niggas on my dick Bout a feature, now that's funny
2018 barry black, was fucking wack Now you a dummy, aye
I'm right outside your crib Broad day, just come and test me
Big booty, red bone on my back Well, that's my bestie
She'll set your dumbass up for Mr. Black
And that's a fact, I tell a thousand that nigga
While barry black will pull your clap, aye
Dumbass white bitch, thought I was hooked with you a munch
I was hitting niggas' houses in daytime right before lunch
Y'all speaking on y'all bodies, well, barry black ain't shoot none
That lil' verse was for the feds, so they can't lock me up on none
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
I say, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
And I say, bet, we on your head, go make your bed
Cause this mac hold bout 30, play with me and you be dead
She say she in love with B, lil' bitch, I don't want no treesh
I say, making niggas mad, I'm in their head without a lease
And I say, fact, it's barry black, I'm on the track
I'm in my racks, I just bought a pack
off that green grass, and Imma smash
And if the feds is on my head, then that's a bet
Cause I'm going out like 50, in this mothafucka rec
And I say, bet, we on your head, go make your bed
Cause this mac hold bout 30, play with me and you be dead
She say she in love with B lil bitch, I don't want no treesh
I stay, making niggas mad, I'm in their head without a lease
And I say, fact, it's barry black, I'm on the track
I'm in my racks, I just bought a pack
Off that green grass, and I'mma smash
And if the feds is on my head, then its a bet
Cause I'm going out like 50, and this mothafucka rec
In this rec bitch, in this mothafucka rec bitch
Rec bitch, in this mothafucka rec bitch
Rec bitch, on this mothafucka rec bitch
Rec bitch, ayy, ayy
Na na na na na na na na na Bitch its, aye
All these jits aint hear bout barry
Don't run up cause she get scared
I'm kicking in your door
All in your room like the tooth fairy
ATM this shit free bands
Cause all these methods be about money
I'm surrounded by these whites
Ain't no girls, there's just snow bunnies
22, for a break We cook it up, now that's free money
I was serving teachers trees In 9-5-4, that ain't the country
All these niggas on my dick Bout a feature, now that's funny
2018 barry black, was fucking wack Now you a dummy, aye
I'm right outside your crib Broad day, just come and test me
Big booty, red bone on my back Well, that's my bestie
She'll set your dumbass up for Mr. Black
And that's a fact, I tell a thousand that nigga
While barry black will pull your clap, aye
Dumbass white bitch, thought I was hooked with you a munch
I was hitting niggas' houses in daytime right before lunch
Y'all speaking on y'all bodies, well, barry black ain't shoot none
That lil' verse was for the feds, so they can't lock me up on none
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
I say, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
And I say, bet, we on your head, go make your bed
Cause this mac hold bout 30, play with me and you be dead
She say she in love with B, lil' bitch, I don't want no treesh
I say, making niggas mad, I'm in their head without a lease
And I say, fact, it's barry black, I'm on the track
I'm in my racks, I just bought a pack
off that green grass, and Imma smash
And if the feds is on my head, then that's a bet
Cause I'm going out like 50, in this mothafucka rec
And I say, bet, we on your head, go make your bed
Cause this mac hold bout 30, play with me and you be dead
She say she in love with B lil bitch, I don't want no treesh
I stay, making niggas mad, I'm in their head without a lease
And I say, fact, it's barry black, I'm on the track
I'm in my racks, I just bought a pack
Off that green grass, and I'mma smash
And if the feds is on my head, then its a bet
Cause I'm going out like 50, and this mothafucka rec
In this rec bitch, in this mothafucka rec bitch
Rec bitch, in this mothafucka rec bitch
Rec bitch, on this mothafucka rec bitch
Rec bitch, ayy, ayy
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Writer(s): Armani Allen
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