Abra Cadabra - Mad About Bars (Spotify Special) lyrics
[Abra Cadabra - Mad About Bars Spotify Special lyrics]
You crash, they dash
God bless the souls that get cash
Still screaming 'fuck the opps
Little rats'
Shut your mouth, you're not bad
Opps pulling up in a 4 door swerve
Man spots the opps and reverse
Just look at them nerds
Why waste the time on the jerks
New dippers tryna upset mums
Aim for the heart or lung
Blud, are you dumb?
Just tekwasia, just tekwasia
Cause you don't wanna meet my gun
You wanna flex for a diss track
Pussy you're bad
Tell me why the fuck you run
Anything green get rasclart bun
Old school opps tryna send threats
Like a grandad won't get cheffed
Lean to the left or right
Like headie that's one rambo
Maneuvre for [?]
Bare Ks on Ks on the other side
Look how that ended up
Tired
Now they ain't sending much
Burners
Now they ain't spending much
Man affi kick down doors
Have some eedyat layed on the floor
They could have got shot
They could have got bored
But they all crawled and stayed on all fours
What the fuck you thought made
[?] raise the hammer
Like 4 man done already man in no talk
Any loose chat send box to mans door
Mans jerking man's plants
If they've got the right
Stuff I'm taking grub
Finessing mans bud
You definitely gone mad
You think I'm running that back
Suck your mother
Stop chatting on us thinking
I'm tryna get back
Stop moving like you smoke crack
Come try and get your shit back
I'm falling off 6 shots with the 6 shots
I'm finna go down
Hop out the car, boom bow
Suttin gonna 100% get licked down
Still out here with my drillers
Still out with my OF drillers
Still ducking down opps with my sinners
Four six shots with the spinners
God bless the souls that get cash
Still screaming 'fuck the opps
Little rats'
Shut your mouth, you're not bad
Opps pulling up in a 4 door swerve
Man spots the opps and reverse
Just look at them nerds
Why waste the time on the jerks
New dippers tryna upset mums
Aim for the heart or lung
Blud, are you dumb?
Just tekwasia, just tekwasia
Cause you don't wanna meet my gun
You wanna flex for a diss track
Pussy you're bad
Tell me why the fuck you run
Anything green get rasclart bun
Old school opps tryna send threats
Like a grandad won't get cheffed
Lean to the left or right
Like headie that's one rambo
Maneuvre for [?]
Bare Ks on Ks on the other side
Look how that ended up
Tired
Now they ain't sending much
Burners
Now they ain't spending much
Man affi kick down doors
Have some eedyat layed on the floor
They could have got shot
They could have got bored
But they all crawled and stayed on all fours
What the fuck you thought made
[?] raise the hammer
Like 4 man done already man in no talk
Any loose chat send box to mans door
Mans jerking man's plants
If they've got the right
Stuff I'm taking grub
Finessing mans bud
You definitely gone mad
You think I'm running that back
Suck your mother
Stop chatting on us thinking
I'm tryna get back
Stop moving like you smoke crack
Come try and get your shit back
I'm falling off 6 shots with the 6 shots
I'm finna go down
Hop out the car, boom bow
Suttin gonna 100% get licked down
Still out here with my drillers
Still out with my OF drillers
Still ducking down opps with my sinners
Four six shots with the spinners