M24 - Mad About Bars lyrics

Drills get done a lot, they be skrring off
On the roads it's too
Much pressure for them
So they'd rather get birded off
I ain't been to the can but
I've heard a lot, no way
I ain't tryna get birded off
A lot of man hung up their boots
They ain't in the field like Berbatov
We spill mans juice and say it weren't us
It must've been them
For the flickys it's nuttin' but love but
I really adore that rusty skeng
They come to the A and film
On Snap', you see me
I'm nuttin' like them
For the sauce you're nuttin' but a bad boy
In the flesh your nuttin' but wet
Opps get-got, that's ments, the
GB's pull up
They hop that fence
In your white tee looking all hench 'til
These skinny niggas leave that red
I need more bread, I need more profit
This scrum's moving like Jayla
Foxx 'cause all
She wanna do is cock it
Sweep that block, mop it
Civilians screaming "stop it"
Old school days I was out with Twin
You was probably getting sent out shopping
Pounds off, it was a lardy ting
Now I'm tryna grab that pound and cock it
I 'ear man talking 'bout Kings of Drill
You
Ain't ever done a drill in your life
Just stop it
Gyal better lock this rocket, new toys
The mandem cop it
The drill scene, the mandem mock it
And now they show love
Cah the mandem poppin'
Don't make me pull this object out
Of the bag like Mary Poppins
Coming to win, no I ain't stopping
When we get that drop and fucking drop him
On Mad About Bars with Kenny
You know that I'm mad with my bars already
I done it in cars already
Fuck off whips with a fuck off semi
Chest or back, I'ma kweff man's headie
I can vouch for the G's
Cah we've done it already
Mask on my face coming like Freddie
I got hungry so I took man's belly
Swing that shit, shelly belly
He got urgh, kweffy
Kweffy
I'm in the field like Dele, Dele
This animal cookie is way too smelly
Successful drill cah that drill's
On telly, this brownin'
She's crisp like Walkers
Now I'm giving her the third leggy
Them man are old and washed like Peggy
Are you gonna back your Bruce
Bro? That drill got done
Who knows?
Back that if he gets too close
Them man lie and diss on tracks
And that's as far as the truth goes
She's saying I'm sweet like glucose
Squashed up car
Full to the brim and I'm
Coming with two poles