Bars

Yeah

Gotta come in hard on them Havoc beats, feel me?

My basic outlook to outcrook the man on the side

'Fore we hit the driveway, got my hand on her thighs

Touchin' the sky, I can skateboard on the cloud

Put 'em on so much loud, bet they won't make a sound

This that body rock, nonchalant

Don't make sense like a **** with dreads tryna own his own barber shop

Hard knock, hard to stop, take a new whip, then karate chop

Turn the fuckin' top to a halter top

Concrete jungle, I'll fuck Jane Doe

Industry bunch a **** swing on the same rope

Sit in the same room, fuck on the same ho

We on different planes if we is on the same boat

Captivative and creative

Potato head, turn 'em into mashed potatoes

My town is greater, downtown Decatur

Went to Pin Ups to pound-pound the waitress

**** might as well smoke a pound of hatred

Take a shot of jealousy and use a clown to chase it

Heard some **** try to say that my style is basic

Told 'em sit back with they style adjacent

Ran up in they crib like my style is Jason

Mask on, black card, mines is racist

Met a girl named Victory, I can taste it

I got a bigger crib, 'cause I replaced it

Uh, got a disease called Bars

Bars, yeah

Got a disease called Bars

Bars, ah

I give it to you, ah

I give it to you

I give it to you, ah

I give it to

Bastard flow, I had to though, I'm natural and practical, infatuated with the dope

Fanatical, banana clip ya apple though, I got more tunes than Apple Store

You screwed up and now them goons is at ya door with ransom notes

And we gon' need some answers though, answer more, you're modern family

Can suddenly become a canceled show, that's standard though

I'll have ya cousin be the one to cut ya throat, my standards low

I'm from New Orleans, you either be man or ho, and now they know

You mash and go when cash is slow, whatever go, and that you know

Got more texts than Apple Store, I have more sex than Scorpios

And I don't text or call them hoes, restaurant on all them hoes

I slept with foreign hoes that only heard the Carter IV

It's all for show, it's all a hoax, Rebecca's to Rizario's

I'm sorry for the hoes that get betrayed as sorry hoes

I'm sorry, hoes, but that just how the story goes, who are these hoes? Who brought these hoes?

I thought these hoes was for us all, my dog proposed, Lord

His cards exposed, his heart explode, his broads opposed, Lord

His market's closed, he's parched, he's cold, she sparked the stove, Lord

She washed the clothes, she fold the clothes, she on her toes, Lord

He lost control, forgot the bitch was on the pole, Lord

And, oh Lord, I brought some bitches from the road home

Told Hood, "Watch over them bitches like a fuckin' drone"

And hold on, I'm so gone, I'm in my mode, zone

Cough syrup till my cold gone, Tunechi, bitch

Uh, got a disease called Bars

Bars, yeah

Got a disease called Bars

Bars, ah

I get it to you, ah

I get it to you

I get it to you, ah

I get it to