Eskiip, Ox - Bars Of Death lyrics

Eskiip and ox nigga we don’t play
Pushing out weight err day
Cuff yo’ chick, before she
Give that oral forplay
Dirty bitch throw, her out like a tissue
Give her dope dick 1 time
Screaming out I miss you
Eskiip bitch, heres a tissue
Wipe my kids up off ya face
White stuff I ain't talking bout tooth paste
Glock make you jump, kris cross, shoe lace
Girl gripping on my piece

Who’s he, nigga that eskiip rhyming on beat
I like, a freak in the streets
A freak in the sheets
Do what ever, cause Im a real nigga
A trill nigga from Virginia thou
So I gotta keep it trill for
All my hood niggas, and my good looking women
Down with me since the beginning
Ain't tryna hop on deck
When im making millions
Eskiip and ox nigga we the realest
Fa-fuck ya feelings
Getting that green and the cabbage
You know that I'mma spend it

See this real shit
It's real raw and it’s real rap
I know some niggas that claim they from the
Streets but never seen or bust a strap
All my niggas got choppas like biker club
Get tampons ready if you want war
You leaking blood, im the shit
Toilet bowl eskiip the new bomb C4
You never touch keys niggas, C-Note
Rewind that, and go deep back
Im different from these other cats

Im what the games been missing
Yall the BGC club all bitches
Snapbacks, give a nigga fresh looks
Im fly balling westbrookes
Punchlines hitting like a right hook
Money thick, something like a textbook

Ox gang nothing above that
Rapping all the time cause you
Know a nigga love that i can make it rain
Bitch but I make it flood bitch
But it’s like snow, cause I gotta shovel it
Im back in this bitch once again
Swagga mean, has no friends
Eyes red, veins of the devil advocate
Racks on racks im stacking it

Eskiip murding this beat
Ya wife I beat it, young mike Jackson
Deep in the pussy, so im laughing
Ass so fat, so I gotta grab it
Smack it, smashed it
Pass it off to ox gang so he kan hit it
Niggas copy style that gay boii
Got my own style im original
Eskiip killing yall funeral eskiip
Im signing out

It's slaughter house but it's word of mouth
Lyrics like shells so ima load the rounds
Niggas spittin stupid so ima loan the rounds
Sending niggas up cause I don't hold em down
I ain't fuckin with yah niggas
Yah some real snakes
Actin in documentries that's real fake
But, I betchu ain't get it tho
Sinking it might take a min tho
You a Real dumb nigga stuck on how come nigga
Real dick head don't know how it work nigga
Yous a clown to a nigga court jester
Envy the crown on a nigga im the best of
Any nigga you might compare me too
Chastity belt Im unfuckwitable
Niggas spittin shyt somebody else rote
At yah neck Sharp words cut throat
Oh yea I did it
You start the shyt and I finish

No name to the face when I body bag a nigga
Gone b4 the ER no bringing back a niga
No use for a trigger these
Bar serve his dinner this verse be the killa
Never wrote nuttin realla
Shells filled em no room for dessert
Life on the edge get em pushed for the work
Educate a nigga get a push in his work
Give em back to earth cover em in dirt