Scorcher, Kenny Allstar, Mixtape Madness - Mad About Bars - S5-EP3 lyrics
[Scorcher, Kenny Allstar, Mixtape Madness - Mad About Bars - S5-EP3 lyrics]
Ye-ye-ye-ye yeah, alright
I swear we about to turn the game
Into a frenzy with this one it's the general
SJ and you know what I came here to do
True say, it's season 5
I felt like it was only right
We bring through a seasoned vet
So let's go over to the Nine and
Let's get it crackin' scorcher
I stepped in the dance with bae
She's got a flick knife in her purse for me
(Gang)
Boujee, but ratchet before I can grab it
She might do it first for me
I'm in the whip with a six year bird on me
I ain't chattin' 'bout bitch from a burglary
(Nah) i'm from lower E where they do surgery
I go first, if I hear you want
(Wah) , murder me (Woo)
You take out your phone and
Press all the buttons
I'll put it in flight mode just
Like Khabib in fight mode (Fight mode)
Take out a Russian and push on a suttin'
(Pah pah pah) forget a discussion
If I'm with my brothers
Then yeah it's a rushin' if I'm on my ones
(yeah) , and you're on your ones (yeah)
I beg you don't run
Let's get to the scuffin'
I was sixteen with warlord
Putting up 3's on the scoreboard
My killers got beef, what's talk for
(Ay, what's talk for?)
He don't know what he got bored for
(Chattin') no explanation
And it faded then step out the station
I said a prayer asking for forgiveness
Because I X'd my man that he came with
I don't care if he's involved or not
Forehead ting, no Voldemort
Them boy there got load of talk
My man them go over (Ah)
My man them go overboard
Bystanders, like oh my lord (Uh)
Cause on a dry day, man soak the floor
And then drop a new tape and then go on tour
(Ay) anywhere I go
Man fi know the whole of
The Niners are welcome
I got real killers on the line
I can bell them
Feds ask man shit, I don't tell them (Shit)
You know middle man bit's, I sell them
Dark from Iraq, but I come via Belgium
Plus I got bank
So it's looking like twelve then
But, I've got another leak
From an ex-girlfriend
I wish that I weren't, but I'm local
Got it on deck, no phone call (Woo)
Them man, they make threats on socials
But it all ends with a Bogle (No sweat)
My brothers got bagged with pro tools
And they weren't layin', no vocals
True the judge gave out twenty in total (Ay)
I'm a send man credit on postal
Fumez The Engineer that one's crazy
Shout out to Scorcher
You already know he's coming with a bag
Of new material this year as well
It's Mix tape Madness, it's Kenny Allstar
Let's keep it moving
I swear we about to turn the game
Into a frenzy with this one it's the general
SJ and you know what I came here to do
True say, it's season 5
I felt like it was only right
We bring through a seasoned vet
So let's go over to the Nine and
Let's get it crackin' scorcher
I stepped in the dance with bae
She's got a flick knife in her purse for me
(Gang)
Boujee, but ratchet before I can grab it
She might do it first for me
I'm in the whip with a six year bird on me
I ain't chattin' 'bout bitch from a burglary
(Nah) i'm from lower E where they do surgery
I go first, if I hear you want
(Wah) , murder me (Woo)
You take out your phone and
Press all the buttons
I'll put it in flight mode just
Like Khabib in fight mode (Fight mode)
Take out a Russian and push on a suttin'
(Pah pah pah) forget a discussion
If I'm with my brothers
Then yeah it's a rushin' if I'm on my ones
(yeah) , and you're on your ones (yeah)
I beg you don't run
Let's get to the scuffin'
I was sixteen with warlord
Putting up 3's on the scoreboard
My killers got beef, what's talk for
(Ay, what's talk for?)
He don't know what he got bored for
(Chattin') no explanation
And it faded then step out the station
I said a prayer asking for forgiveness
Because I X'd my man that he came with
I don't care if he's involved or not
Forehead ting, no Voldemort
Them boy there got load of talk
My man them go over (Ah)
My man them go overboard
Bystanders, like oh my lord (Uh)
Cause on a dry day, man soak the floor
And then drop a new tape and then go on tour
(Ay) anywhere I go
Man fi know the whole of
The Niners are welcome
I got real killers on the line
I can bell them
Feds ask man shit, I don't tell them (Shit)
You know middle man bit's, I sell them
Dark from Iraq, but I come via Belgium
Plus I got bank
So it's looking like twelve then
But, I've got another leak
From an ex-girlfriend
I wish that I weren't, but I'm local
Got it on deck, no phone call (Woo)
Them man, they make threats on socials
But it all ends with a Bogle (No sweat)
My brothers got bagged with pro tools
And they weren't layin', no vocals
True the judge gave out twenty in total (Ay)
I'm a send man credit on postal
Fumez The Engineer that one's crazy
Shout out to Scorcher
You already know he's coming with a bag
Of new material this year as well
It's Mix tape Madness, it's Kenny Allstar
Let's keep it moving