Bar4Bar

[Intro]
(Ooh, GuapBoy made this)
(CamUGoinCrazy)
(Kay P)

[Chorus]
Leavin' out how I came in this bitch
On my mama, don't play with this shit
Lil' bro snuck in with Drac' in the VIP
You could tell by the look on his face, that bitch gon' hit
We step on steppers
Fuck that vest for? All my boys aim neck up
What I'm gon' stress for? I know I'm gon' stretch somethin'
This shit like chess, so niggas gettin' checked on

[Verse]
I be with nothin' but spinners
I find you, they comin' to get you
We treat steamers like reamers
I know you ain't really an opp, but you be with them niggas
I catch your ass out on that block, and that's on my bro, I'ma flip you
Why it's thirties on all of them Glocks? 'Cause they totin' these switches
They know it's a blitz if I send it
Pull on the side, hang the stick out the window
Don't go on that ride, you don't know how to sin
Can tell by your eyes
You ain't standin' on business, you lyin'
You talkin' too much for to be on that time
You really had ties, you wouldn't speak on that crime
Niggas be in the blind, but I see through the lines
I'm the shit, so these bitches like flies
Gon' do what I say at the drop of a dime
Tryna stay out the way 'cause they droppin' them dimes
Bro pour out the pints, he ain't droppin' a line
You touch that cup, don't spill it
If I get touched, they killin'
You try your luck, you silly
I could give two fucks about witness
Talkin' shit just a part of my grammar
I get rich, then I'm harder to handle
In the mix, but I know how to manage
Keep a stick and they know I'ma blam it
That PFK and we ain't come from Atlanta

[Chorus]
Leavin' out how I came in this bitch
On my mama, don't play with this shit
Lil' bro snuck in with Drac' in the VIP
You could tell by the look on his face, that bitch gon' hit
We step on steppers
Fuck that vest for? All my boys aim neck up
What I'm gon' stress for? I know I'm gon' stretch somethin'
This shit like chess, so niggas gettin' checked on