"By The Bar" lyrics
(feat. Kanary Diamond & Wanted)
When Hoo-Bangin in the house, all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the pound
No snitches, real killers that'll shut shit down
And the niggas we fuck with, they run they town
Look, I'm shining, motherfucker, what you heard is real
Just signed a new deal, just got some new scrill
I ain't gon' lie, they gave your boy a whole bunch of mills
And enough up front just to make a nigga feel
Like a made man and ride with heat on both hips
Cop two cars at a time and pimp both whips
I ain't new to this, see I've been pushing double R's
And my wheels been matching the same color as my cars
And I've been a nigga with rubber bands on my cabbage
And when it come to hustling, I'm a straight fucking savage
Mack 10 nigga and I'm never ever average
Tip-top of the food chain and everything's lavish
It ain't shit, homie, I stay balling full throttle
Fucking top models and popping yellow bottles
And I shut the city down when I pull my cars out
And every club we hit tonight, we buy the bars out
When Hoo-Bangin in the house, all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the pound
No snitches, real killers that'll shut shit down
And the niggas we fuck with, they run they town
When Hoo-Bangin in the house, all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the pound
No snitches, real killers that'll shut shit down
And the niggas we fuck with, they run they town
If you ain't heard it by now, you should hear it, I'm hot
Canary yellow, also the thuggish chick off the block
I'm fly, dress shit, but ready to box
Fresh tecs, yeah, the homies'll cock
Cause ass, hips, breasts and titties'll flop
Believe it or not, real spit canaries from Watts
Grew up a lot, with gangs, cliques and thugs that plot
Give me my props, I'm in this, yo
You niggas need no sex just to fill this raw
Me and my get 'em girls'll get your girl
So get your girl before we get her pearls
Then we bouncin' fore she tell the world
Give me a truck cause I'm worth eight mill
She ill, oh so real, you know this shit got skills
Baby girl, young and restless, so don't test this
It's a gangsta heart under these firm breasts
Miss Kay put it down with Mack Manson, baby
With the paper trail, Hoo-Bangin, paid the lady
When Hoo-Bangin in the house, all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the pound
No snitches, real killers that'll shut shit down
And the niggas we fuck with, they run they town
When Hoo-Bangin in the house, all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the pound
No snitches, real killers that'll shut shit down
And the niggas we fuck with, they run they town
Uh, I hit the club fucked up in a rag-top Lambo
Cranberry vodka got me clowning on the dance floor
Two-stepping, don't throw no elbows
LA fitted, white tee, khakis and high top shell-toes
Ballers stacked, so all the bitches getting at us
Cracked at a few, but left the club with the baddest
She wanted a boss, so she chose a Hoo-Banger
Future Hall of Famer, scooped Alana, who can fade 'em?
Dollar Sign Soprano, fly as a sparrow
Baby mind on my money and her eyes on my bezel
Try to dig me like a shovel, Hoo-Bang on another level
This is for my kingpin niggas balling in the ghetto
G's up and G's make the world go 'round
We thorough ho magnets that'll shut the nigga down
We rich, bitch, and it ain't Dave Chappelle
With some certified ballers with game for real, yeah
When Hoo-Bangin in the house, all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the pound
No snitches, real killers that'll shut shit down
And the niggas we fuck with, they run they town
When Hoo-Bangin in the house, all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the pound
No snitches, real killers that'll shut shit down
And the niggas we fuck with, they run they town
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the pound
No snitches, real killers that'll shut shit down
And the niggas we fuck with, they run they town
Look, I'm shining, motherfucker, what you heard is real
Just signed a new deal, just got some new scrill
I ain't gon' lie, they gave your boy a whole bunch of mills
And enough up front just to make a nigga feel
Like a made man and ride with heat on both hips
Cop two cars at a time and pimp both whips
I ain't new to this, see I've been pushing double R's
And my wheels been matching the same color as my cars
And I've been a nigga with rubber bands on my cabbage
And when it come to hustling, I'm a straight fucking savage
Mack 10 nigga and I'm never ever average
Tip-top of the food chain and everything's lavish
It ain't shit, homie, I stay balling full throttle
Fucking top models and popping yellow bottles
And I shut the city down when I pull my cars out
And every club we hit tonight, we buy the bars out
When Hoo-Bangin in the house, all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the pound
No snitches, real killers that'll shut shit down
And the niggas we fuck with, they run they town
When Hoo-Bangin in the house, all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the pound
No snitches, real killers that'll shut shit down
And the niggas we fuck with, they run they town
If you ain't heard it by now, you should hear it, I'm hot
Canary yellow, also the thuggish chick off the block
I'm fly, dress shit, but ready to box
Fresh tecs, yeah, the homies'll cock
Cause ass, hips, breasts and titties'll flop
Believe it or not, real spit canaries from Watts
Grew up a lot, with gangs, cliques and thugs that plot
Give me my props, I'm in this, yo
You niggas need no sex just to fill this raw
Me and my get 'em girls'll get your girl
So get your girl before we get her pearls
Then we bouncin' fore she tell the world
Give me a truck cause I'm worth eight mill
She ill, oh so real, you know this shit got skills
Baby girl, young and restless, so don't test this
It's a gangsta heart under these firm breasts
Miss Kay put it down with Mack Manson, baby
With the paper trail, Hoo-Bangin, paid the lady
When Hoo-Bangin in the house, all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the pound
No snitches, real killers that'll shut shit down
And the niggas we fuck with, they run they town
When Hoo-Bangin in the house, all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the pound
No snitches, real killers that'll shut shit down
And the niggas we fuck with, they run they town
Uh, I hit the club fucked up in a rag-top Lambo
Cranberry vodka got me clowning on the dance floor
Two-stepping, don't throw no elbows
LA fitted, white tee, khakis and high top shell-toes
Ballers stacked, so all the bitches getting at us
Cracked at a few, but left the club with the baddest
She wanted a boss, so she chose a Hoo-Banger
Future Hall of Famer, scooped Alana, who can fade 'em?
Dollar Sign Soprano, fly as a sparrow
Baby mind on my money and her eyes on my bezel
Try to dig me like a shovel, Hoo-Bang on another level
This is for my kingpin niggas balling in the ghetto
G's up and G's make the world go 'round
We thorough ho magnets that'll shut the nigga down
We rich, bitch, and it ain't Dave Chappelle
With some certified ballers with game for real, yeah
When Hoo-Bangin in the house, all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the pound
No snitches, real killers that'll shut shit down
And the niggas we fuck with, they run they town
When Hoo-Bangin in the house, all the girls come around
Drink what you want, smoke trees by the pound
No snitches, real killers that'll shut shit down
And the niggas we fuck with, they run they town
Thanks to ayydasme for adding these lyrics.
