CB - Mad About Bars lyrics

No face, no case, no witness
If suttin' got drilled, we did it
They talk 'bout drills on drills but
Nuttin' got killed except civillians
Go ask if we had man missing
Step round there tryna turn off switches
Don't stunt in vids cah
I'll crash that corn
At your wig if you're throwing up 6's
Anyone can crash that corn
But who's really tryna turn man corpse?
And I ain't tryna go out the game
So I roll 'roud with the longest sword
Who's tryna turn guys pack? Get man
Gone then I bill that dank
Switch my clothes and burn that dinger
The things that I done I done it for the gang
Can't sleep on a violation
Any opp I see I'm bakin'
4 man up in the ride that's serious
Guys that will end your life we ride
We ride to kill so don't slip
Cah it will get real
Blood got spilled and that road got taped
That's the real definition of drill
They talk 'bout things they ain't done
But they can't be talkin' 'bout us
We ain't gotta lie on tracks
Even the feds know we bust our guns
Still move low but I'm bait
And I'm still tryna dodge this case
Still tryna score on the opps
You don't wanna see me squeezin' the gage
Nowadays everyone's bad
But me I see through the fake
You ain't ever done man bait on the mains
Then read about it on the front page
You ain't ever had one bell in the spins
And still slap a man in his face
This is real life no GTA
Trust me you don't wanna cross these gates
Smoke's what I live
I'm a violent guy and there
Ain't no reason to lie
Free my bros, yeah they're doin' time
Some for the trap or violent crimes
Still puttin' smoke in whips
Still takin' trips to the other side
And we still gotta score on these kids
Cause they don't learn so
They gotta get fried
But then it's back to the bands
Cah I need waps on waps on waps
Still gotta score these goals and
I know it's attack, attack, Attack
Every day I wake up prayin'
Thank god I got NFA
Cause I woulda been rottin' in a cage
Waitin' on canteen every saturday
Free my friends that are ridin' birds
Can't wait till they're back on the curbs
And we really do drills real life
Them man there just drill in their verse
How they get birded for
Stealin' purses? Swear I
Can't believe that I beef these nerds
When we see that punk I'll burst him
And pray he ends up in a hearse

Get 'round there for the disrespect
So many times I've jumped out
Bait tryna drill these men
If it weren't me, C1
YB? It was probably Shortz and M
Put skengs in cars and lurk
Really tryna score on them
Cock that back and bang it
I swear this corn is mense
Scoreboard oso healthy
All my members breathin'
Them man can't say the same
Cause most of their team still grievin'
This beef is real, man do drills on drills
Blood get spilled
Go ask the opps 'bout us they
Already know what we done
Drillers on bikes, drillers on peds
Anywhere goes what
You know my set's on violence
Anywhere I step I got it on deck
We do them drills
That's bait we get nicked then we get NFA
And if man don't get lucky man
Get 20 like ramz that day
Free up my bro that's mad, he done
It for the gang, that's gang, That's gang
If I wack that out I'll bang
And bang and bang and bang
All of my drillers on violence
Some get 'round even done it on license
Fell in love with the corn I wifed it
But on the sly man love the knifings
My niggas really think I lost it
Cah all I wanna do it shoot
All the waps that my hands been through
If only you knew the things we do
The things we do for the beef
The numerous trips and risks we took
Been puttin' smoke on streets
I'll send my young G's to invade your hood
This beef is crackin', so no lackin'
Man get caught I'll pack him
They ride for the fashion, me I'm cattin'
I'm a different type of savage
I'm a different kettle of fish
15 inch I'll put it all in
I ain't tryna graze your skin I'm
Tryna commit the greatest sin
Beef is beef, and rap is rap
I put smoke on streets, man crash and crash
Even if man's in public, man get smoked
That's normal
And if you don't rate the gaza
Tell 'em go check the scoreboard