Tink - Bars lyrics

Chase I think I just might as
Well go in on these bitches
Yo, cause when I think about it
Who really fuckin' with me chase?
I don't know either tink G, lets get it

I said sippin' on dark
And chief'n on reefer
Pussy ass niggas I call them Madea
Call me retarded, I been going stupid
I'm spittin' so hard
I stutter like I'm Rueben
Commas and commas I take to the bank
Your nigga face down like
He's ready to plank im ready for war
These bitches want more
My pockets so deep that they feel like a pore
And I feel like a boss cause I'm gaining
And I'm always going in like it's raining
Peep-game like I'm looking through a keyhole
And fuck niggas gone change like a tadpole
But that's good cause I'm
Still getting paid
Whip so clean, coulda' came with a maid
Came with my crew but I left with a dude
Then I came in his mouth
Like a dentist approved
Bars nigga, where your bars at?
I know your background just like a car fax
You're a rookie to me, I'm a fuckin' bully
And I pull more strings like a loose hoodie
Its easy you know that I'm a dog
You pass me that beat
I'ma catch it like a Frisbee and I got 16s
But ain't none of them sweet
I could never be a star on Disney fuck that
Put me on a bus pass
Ain't nobody taking my seat i generate heat
I don't do A C
And I make more hit's then Muhammad Ali
Come crown me
And I'm always up in a booth in a lab cause
I know a couple of bitches wanna' down me
But chu' never get that
Gotta hit her in the back
Be a fool if you ever come around me easy