"Bars" lyrics
Guydence & K Koke Lyrics
[Guydence:]
Yo, it's Guydence and K Koke
I grew up with nothing, couldn't stay broke
I had to cop weight and then weigh O's
I never chase gyal, I just chase dough
I got bars in my head and my iPhone
I got bars on paper from time ago
I got bars you can order through my line phone
Like, "Guy, you about? I need a nine, bro"
Book me for a show if the cash is right
Book a holiday then I catch a flight
Casual tracksuit, not the flashy type
Big Cali zoot and the ash is white
Moved to the sticks, I like where I live
Weed man, I've been getting high since a kid
Random bruddas asking for a price on a brick
Fuck a shank, yo, I fight with my fists
Wake up in the morning and I've got sales
Fuck mids, I only deal with top shelf
And fuck the system, I make my own rules
I'm like a call centre taking phone calls
Bitch, I'm a plug, not a middle man
I hate when the pack comes short like Likkleman
I was in the crop, doing up scissor hands
One room, that was eight kilograms
I told Koke that we need to unite
'Cause us against the system is the true fight
I couldn't care 'bout your jewels or your new ride
I'm grinding from the sun to the moonlight
Remember front line at the protest
Sipping on some juice and it's cold pressed
My weed is so loud, you might go deaf
Now here's a bit of Koke for you Koke heads
[K Koke:]
Big matic on me
I can't leave without it, that's a mandatory
Wristwatch drowning, that's a fountain on me
Big boss, rounding up the pounds with homie
It's Big Koke, you know, the one and only
Big smoke, I'm a fucking OG
I whip coke and make these fuckers OD
I been GOAT, you motherfuckers owe me
I been about since a likkle man
Bounce cah we hit up man
Then bounce from the pickup van
Then beat the trial like I'm innocent
My QC militant, he moves with diligence
Every gangster in the UK know me
Everybody rap but who ain't phoney?
Big blue face Rollie, pricks Usain Bolting
When I shoot, aim, focus at these two-faced roaches
[Guydence:]
Yo, it's Guydence and K Koke
I grew up with nothing, couldn't stay broke
I had to cop weight and then weigh O's
I never chase gyal, I just chase dough
I got bars in my head and my iPhone
I got bars on paper from time ago
I got bars you can order through my line phone
Like, "Guy, you about? I need a nine, bro"
Yo, it's Guydence and K Koke
I grew up with nothing, couldn't stay broke
I had to cop weight and then weigh O's
I never chase gyal, I just chase dough
I got bars in my head and my iPhone
I got bars on paper from time ago
I got bars you can order through my line phone
Like, "Guy, you about? I need a nine, bro"
Book me for a show if the cash is right
Book a holiday then I catch a flight
Casual tracksuit, not the flashy type
Big Cali zoot and the ash is white
Moved to the sticks, I like where I live
Weed man, I've been getting high since a kid
Random bruddas asking for a price on a brick
Fuck a shank, yo, I fight with my fists
Wake up in the morning and I've got sales
Fuck mids, I only deal with top shelf
And fuck the system, I make my own rules
I'm like a call centre taking phone calls
Bitch, I'm a plug, not a middle man
I hate when the pack comes short like Likkleman
I was in the crop, doing up scissor hands
One room, that was eight kilograms
I told Koke that we need to unite
'Cause us against the system is the true fight
I couldn't care 'bout your jewels or your new ride
I'm grinding from the sun to the moonlight
Remember front line at the protest
Sipping on some juice and it's cold pressed
My weed is so loud, you might go deaf
Now here's a bit of Koke for you Koke heads
[K Koke:]
Big matic on me
I can't leave without it, that's a mandatory
Wristwatch drowning, that's a fountain on me
Big boss, rounding up the pounds with homie
It's Big Koke, you know, the one and only
Big smoke, I'm a fucking OG
I whip coke and make these fuckers OD
I been GOAT, you motherfuckers owe me
I been about since a likkle man
Bounce cah we hit up man
Then bounce from the pickup van
Then beat the trial like I'm innocent
My QC militant, he moves with diligence
Every gangster in the UK know me
Everybody rap but who ain't phoney?
Big blue face Rollie, pricks Usain Bolting
When I shoot, aim, focus at these two-faced roaches
[Guydence:]
Yo, it's Guydence and K Koke
I grew up with nothing, couldn't stay broke
I had to cop weight and then weigh O's
I never chase gyal, I just chase dough
I got bars in my head and my iPhone
I got bars on paper from time ago
I got bars you can order through my line phone
Like, "Guy, you about? I need a nine, bro"
