Abra Cadabra - Mad About Bars lyrics

Let me get this straight
Bare chat on the tweet when
The G's bucked you
You was holding chase
Man got mashup
Things on things all over the place
Now you wanna chat off your mouth on Peri
When your shoe was all over the place, huh
Man best pick up, pick up that shoe
Tell my man, "Pick up, pick up that card"
When the mandem hit up, hit up that food
Them man wan hitch up, hitch up pon sha
Kwasia sem who you talking to?
Man a real bad boy, who you talking to?
Man scream, "Sho" when I'm walking through
17K and your boring who? Huh
Why they wanna fuck with a nigga like me?
Man pull up, hop out and dump 2 quick
Man ah fly OT
We don't run from these fuckboys
Blud, I'll slap man on ITV
You don't want it with a nigga like me
You go run when you see me
We ain't letting it bang
So why the fuck did you
Leave your like mikes?
Have you seen your jacket and kicks?
How you talking 'bout tramps
On your timeline?
Man left his iPhone 5
So how the fuck you gonna write your lies?
Lickle man just stick to the rap ting, darg
You don't wanna get skyed
When your boy lands road
I'll be waiting for him at the door
I heard shh-shh hit him up in the jail house
Had him on all four s
Ah, they talking the shit like they pressure
I swear on my life I'm fed up
One of these yutes haffi deadup
Man trek to the op block get bitcoin for
My deets, juvies Man just chat about cream
Bare Ounto and cake on my scene
Big ting go boom
Bye bye if I spot anyone of them neeks
Man don't scream, man don't speak
Hit him with a tum-tum make a man lean
Make a man lean, make a man lean then bop
Can't tell me about on tops
I been upsuh
Me Kush and [?] lick a man down for his watch
Man tried escape, man try escape in the A
Three, me and Kush jumped in the whip
Bare skrr skrr
Bare handbrakes on the roadside
Catch man and break man's face
We can do the bootings
We can do the shootings
If I tap a mission I'ma boot his door in
Big rambizzy pon my side
When we step through your mandem wan' hide
Man do road, man do road with the Ounto
Man do road with the smoke
Pussy don't choke, wet up my roach
Must can hold a two box in your nose
No problem

I've done road on my lonelies
If it wasn't for this music, man
I swear they wouldn't phone me
But that's just how it goes, B
I've always been around the wise
So I know who's my co-d
They can't fool me
I swear they can't stall me
Them pussyboys going down
South like Morley's
All they ever did was just stall me
It's man crush monday
Fell in love when she saw me
Let's take a stroll down ganster hill
Guns and knives is what you
See on a ganster's will
I can't wait to the day
That I'm soundin' like Nines
Sayin', "I got bare jewels
Like Stamford hill"
My niggas gettin' this money
And still bangin'
I hope I be gettin' this
Money and still rappin'
Open doors don't mean nothin' to
Me if I'm still trappin'
Doing road
Rollin' around there's no lackin'
These niggas sending threats
I don't give a fuck
When my daddy left me he didn't give a fuck
So when I see that certain someone
I don't give a fuck
Kidnap a bitch nigga, make him live with us
How we living rough
I swear how we living rough
That's why when my niggas hit the
Belly all they do is blush
They heard that we be violent
They don't fuck with us
Before my Blackbox came I
Never heard them sayin'
"You soon blow Abz
You're killing all these shows Abz
Your on my Snapchat and my Twitter, bro
Your known fam"
But my question is
When the buzz decides to leave
Will they remember me? Sho
"You soon blow Abz
You're killing all these shows Abz
Your on my Snapchat and my Twitter, bro
Your known fam"
But my question is
When the buzz decides to leave
Will they remember me? Sho
Look, my lifestyle
Lately my life's wild
Bitches in my DMs move to me
They want the pipe now
Back then the bitches told man to pipe down
Free YZ, told me
"Abz this is your life now"
Lost Blickz, lost Y'z, lost Blacks
Lost Daz, man, free my brudda Daz
They got the rest of my bros in the can
It's like they wanna see us crack in the can
Free Daz, man, they hit my nigga Daz with a 7
That's my sole black star from the 7
Feelin' mad to ride and send
A pussy to the heavens
Feelin' mad to ride and teach
A pussy boy a lesson
Night in, night out
Me and EMIX on the grind out
Pourin' out my heart, I need this right now
It's looking like my niggas gonna die out
I'm tryin'
I wanna see my niggas drivin'
Fast cars and nice houses
The olders beef each other and it hurts me
Totty's not number 1 no more, totty's 30
My home's really crumbling in the
Mix of all this bullshit
Them pussys from the other side stumbled in
I don't even know these pricks, man
I don't even know these hoes
Them dickheads are neeks to the roads
They don't know how it goes
What's the code, bro?
Blast mans face till his
Bludclart looks like Frodo
I'm on one
It can get sticky in the long run
I hope the love I'm gettin'
Is for the long run
If not
I'll be posted on the block with my long gun
And trust me, my killers them
On what I'm on
Mums
Fuck them pussies, they don't feel me
Now the pussy they wan' wan' feel me
I hope the industry really do feel me
Because everyday there's a voice in my head
Screamin' shit like, "You soon blow Abz
You're killing all these shows Abz
Your on my Snapchat and my Twitter, bro
Your known fam"
But my question is
When the buzz decides to leave
Will they remember me? Problem