Teejayx6 - Explaining The Bars lyrics

Everybody getting high this my type of-

Everybody getting high this my type of party
Smoke so much exotic I be getting higher
Than Bob Marley a nigga try to sneak in my
Crib I got barbwire
Scammed a white actor who played
A voice on Bob's Burgers
Bunch a niggas try to come and
Rob me caught 5 murders
Posting pictures on my juug page
And caught 5 sales
I see you in the club with your boys
Where the females?
I think this nigga Gucci sweater fake
Where the details?
Off-brand designer sweater on
Where the G at? Came to your city now I'm
Asking where the weed at?
The police took my last one I
Need to buy a new Mac


Had sex with your bitch she went to
The doctor to get a new back
(Like that bitch fuckin' broke her shit)
You showing me some methods but
I already used those
He showed me some bins but I already had them
Screaming RIP his brother but
I already killed him
I like when that bitch give me
Head she got a long tongue
Guns start singing like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Bullets rang out he got hit up in his artery
I got a light skin bitch
She look like the real
Got drunk yesterday so now my gun missing
How you miss that bullet? Go to the gun range
Blowing on exotic I like to call this propane
Smacked my lil' brother cuz
He smoking cocaine
Moncler jacket this bitch white as cocaine
Met this bitch and told her
I don't got no name
He don't wanna die he need
To stay in his lane
Fucked a nigga bitch and she said he's lame
(That nigga lame as hell)
Play it from the top!
I'm riding in the car playing Roddy Ricch
The Box fucked this nigga bitch then I
Put her in the box
AR-15 it'll leave you in the
(Like I put that bitch in the box)
One more time, they let me out of jail but
I did one more crime
If you ain't got the money
Don't give me the run-a-round
Made him get scared with my strap
And made him run around
They say I went mainstream
I'm still underground
But that's only because I could
Rap with other styles
I always had drip I don't
Never need no stylist
And I never had to stress cuz
I know the money piling
Forged signature they can tell
By my handwriting
I think he a girl he got good handwriting
Throwing money in the club this
Shit got my hand tired
I'm writing a new verse this shit
Got my hand on fire
Got in to it with my mans cuz
I found out he's a liar
(Like that nigga's a liar
That nigga is cappin')
Since you wanna be famous I'mma
Put you on a flyer
Cook a nigga ass put him in a deep frier
(Cook that nigga cook the shit out his ass)
Scammer go legit this shit really undecided
I'mma still call my brother if
We ever get divided i'm bout to drop a
Whole mixtape with Undefined!
And I'mma scam a nigga from
The price is right i could sell you a method
If the price is right!
My brother called with a BoA
It made my night!
So I'm 'bout to drop the check
And stay up all tonight!
(Like I'm 'bout to stay up
All night alright keep that)

They thought that I was bout to end
The song but I came back
Yo bitch said she was bout to
Leave then she came back!
Then I killed and tied her body up
And left it on the train tracks
I'm smoking on some fire
Ass weed called Trainwreck
Lot of niggas fucking up this
Shit bring the game back
Snatched his jewelry at the show he
Was screaming "Bring my chain back!"