Pak-Man - Mad About Bars lyrics
[Pak-Man - Mad About Bars lyrics]
Payback, can't listen to no fake rap
All my hitters stay strapped
Fifty for a yay pack
Payback, never been a snake
I don't play that
Send a man round where you stay at
Payback, my bruddas want a man touched ASAP
I've still got ones in the cage trapped
I was on the seventeenth floor
On my face flat
Now I'm in the Gardens with a
Bag full of straight cash
Patek with the rubber strap
More than your gold watch
Fill up a duffle bag
Shut down the whole block
Still in the gutter akh
Can't turn my phone off
Never done the trap to run a
Stack to a broke fuck
Ran through like a hundred carats already
Hammers and jezzies
I need lobsters and some spaghetti
I put my hands on him
He didn't hand me my readies
Girls say I'm handsome
I had a handful of Presi's
My Roley Anniversary, pattern like Burberry
The plug got birds for me
My hitter gonna burst for free
Tryna turn a leaf, my CV extensive
Lifestyle expensive but I need burners cheap
I don't do AC's, I don't do A3's
I'm known in the AD's, got bored of the AP's
Haters still mad at me, VVS clarity
Round up the cavalry, I'm buss down casually
Rapping about sports cars but
You don't drive any
Team full of all-stars like Kenny
In the hood I'll burn a
Bridge for a ice bezzy
All the work I flipped made my life messy
Fiend hopped in my whip, said the Benz crazy
I won't stop till I'm rich
Old friends hate me
When you water like this you
Need your skeng daily
If I pay cash for five I'm getting ten maybe
Ends snaky, full of trench babies
I just flicked my wrist and it went brazy
Firing up, let me get some rap money
Try my luck
Three mixtapes in 2020, am I live enough?
You ain't got bars like me
Clothes, hoes, rose gold, cars like me
Your boy got clapped and
Your team didn't slide
You was on the track screaming "RIP"
Coke boy, born in the crack era
Friends turned to foes
I need my strap nearer
You can still get a square from man
I've got more cookies than Maryland
Fourty-four in Christian Dior
She took her shahada
She ain't Christian no more
Check custom kettles when I flood the bezel
It's about time I take
Things to another level
All my hitters stay strapped
Fifty for a yay pack
Payback, never been a snake
I don't play that
Send a man round where you stay at
Payback, my bruddas want a man touched ASAP
I've still got ones in the cage trapped
I was on the seventeenth floor
On my face flat
Now I'm in the Gardens with a
Bag full of straight cash
Patek with the rubber strap
More than your gold watch
Fill up a duffle bag
Shut down the whole block
Still in the gutter akh
Can't turn my phone off
Never done the trap to run a
Stack to a broke fuck
Ran through like a hundred carats already
Hammers and jezzies
I need lobsters and some spaghetti
I put my hands on him
He didn't hand me my readies
Girls say I'm handsome
I had a handful of Presi's
My Roley Anniversary, pattern like Burberry
The plug got birds for me
My hitter gonna burst for free
Tryna turn a leaf, my CV extensive
Lifestyle expensive but I need burners cheap
I don't do AC's, I don't do A3's
I'm known in the AD's, got bored of the AP's
Haters still mad at me, VVS clarity
Round up the cavalry, I'm buss down casually
Rapping about sports cars but
You don't drive any
Team full of all-stars like Kenny
In the hood I'll burn a
Bridge for a ice bezzy
All the work I flipped made my life messy
Fiend hopped in my whip, said the Benz crazy
I won't stop till I'm rich
Old friends hate me
When you water like this you
Need your skeng daily
If I pay cash for five I'm getting ten maybe
Ends snaky, full of trench babies
I just flicked my wrist and it went brazy
Firing up, let me get some rap money
Try my luck
Three mixtapes in 2020, am I live enough?
You ain't got bars like me
Clothes, hoes, rose gold, cars like me
Your boy got clapped and
Your team didn't slide
You was on the track screaming "RIP"
Coke boy, born in the crack era
Friends turned to foes
I need my strap nearer
You can still get a square from man
I've got more cookies than Maryland
Fourty-four in Christian Dior
She took her shahada
She ain't Christian no more
Check custom kettles when I flood the bezel
It's about time I take
Things to another level