"Barcode" lyrics
Motherfucker
Close the fucking door
I told that anyway
Never lose, I be trying to win
Rid the crew, so we get a win
Put on my shoes, finna get in the land
This ain't that, I don't know what you're saying
Practice kills, they be all around
Battlefield is like battlegrounds
Give a fuck, they can't calm me down
You can see the way I fucking drive
Color guards in my fucking hide
Color scouts in my fucking hide
ARP's in my fucking hide
Light up the window, gotta add a bitch out
Good shot, to the track, how much you got?
You can get some, give a fuck what you got
Rainy scratch to the front of your block
Funny spot, I just let love rock
Crackin' peyote when I hit it like Glock
Headshot, got your blood on my socks
Look in the mirror, I just seen a monster
Move attack, got my eyes wide
Turn top to a fuckin' convertible
Tell that dealer that you never even heard of
12 at the door, they tryin' to search
Fine shit, keep my Glock up close
He's a bitch, boy, he pop out, he rehearse
Make a joke, I got top villain merch
I really would hate to be the other side
Niggas smell sad, they need to pacify
Come out blowin' a stick, you peep out blind
I'ma shoot, I let my powder dry
Frost up on you, I look in your eyes
Pussy boy think got multiple lives
Never lose, I be trying to win
Rid the crew, so we get a win
Put on my shoes, finna get in the land
This ain't that, I don't know what you're saying
Practice kills, they be all around
Battlefield is like battlegrounds
Give a fuck, they can't calm me down
You can see the way I fucking drive
Color guards in my fucking hide
Color scouts in my fucking hide
ARP's in my fucking hide
Light up the window, gotta add a bitch out
Good shot, to the track, how much you got?
You can get some, give a fuck what you got
Rainy scratch to the front of your block
Funny spot, I just let love rock
Close the fucking door
I told that anyway
Never lose, I be trying to win
Rid the crew, so we get a win
Put on my shoes, finna get in the land
This ain't that, I don't know what you're saying
Practice kills, they be all around
Battlefield is like battlegrounds
Give a fuck, they can't calm me down
You can see the way I fucking drive
Color guards in my fucking hide
Color scouts in my fucking hide
ARP's in my fucking hide
Light up the window, gotta add a bitch out
Good shot, to the track, how much you got?
You can get some, give a fuck what you got
Rainy scratch to the front of your block
Funny spot, I just let love rock
Crackin' peyote when I hit it like Glock
Headshot, got your blood on my socks
Look in the mirror, I just seen a monster
Move attack, got my eyes wide
Turn top to a fuckin' convertible
Tell that dealer that you never even heard of
12 at the door, they tryin' to search
Fine shit, keep my Glock up close
He's a bitch, boy, he pop out, he rehearse
Make a joke, I got top villain merch
I really would hate to be the other side
Niggas smell sad, they need to pacify
Come out blowin' a stick, you peep out blind
I'ma shoot, I let my powder dry
Frost up on you, I look in your eyes
Pussy boy think got multiple lives
Never lose, I be trying to win
Rid the crew, so we get a win
Put on my shoes, finna get in the land
This ain't that, I don't know what you're saying
Practice kills, they be all around
Battlefield is like battlegrounds
Give a fuck, they can't calm me down
You can see the way I fucking drive
Color guards in my fucking hide
Color scouts in my fucking hide
ARP's in my fucking hide
Light up the window, gotta add a bitch out
Good shot, to the track, how much you got?
You can get some, give a fuck what you got
Rainy scratch to the front of your block
Funny spot, I just let love rock
