"Mad About Bars - S4-E18 P2" lyrics

Counting silly gwop
Make me wanna milly rock
Front page GMP for beeji where I've been as hot
Different city different squat
Still licking off
Whip it 'till it's flipping rocks
Get it cheap if the spinners hot
Some shit I need to finish off

Collect the pack and jack my stack I'm doing home runs
Times when we was fucked and we had no funds
Hunger in your belly when the doe comes
Smoke will fill your whole lungs
Times when we was so young
Hit licks and then we go cunch
I ain't interested in slow funds
More to rap than doe guns
This one is for the old slums
I've been rapping from a baby ask my own mum
So it's only right that the shows come
My niggas rattin hope he throw up
Real niggas rap and hope the blow up
The shit I did to get my doe up
Shit I did to get my doe stay cold
You can never clone
Put it on my life or the 100 racks on my pebble phone

I remember locked up they had me listening to R'n'B
Listening to no rap, no cap they ain't as hard as me
Got me spillin Bs on my Versace jeans
How the fuck did I not make a mill before Cardi B?
I should have signed, they hard to please
Now they see me like: "It can't be meekz"
Little barbie freaks say I'm hard to meet
I know real made men got locked and see their doe vanish
Mrs left now they listing to old classics
'Shh' lost a half an M
Don't panic
Now he's living so Spanish
Hollow tips and clips will make your soul vanish
Think I know Juju, the way I make a hole vanish
Whips it with the magic make an O spasm
No new flows dawg, this m old pattern