Mad About Bars

Part I: Produced by Harry Beech, Kieran Nash & Louis Sevwright

[Intro]
Kieran Nash Beats
You know, you know
You swear Louis just sent me this beat?
Agh-agh
Listen up

[Verse]
My young boy can't hop on the booth, like mashin' on works, you know I won't let him (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
If I say it's that time, bet CY Rambo will definitely get him (Yeah)
I remember Junebug done it by Costa, the fans didn't wait, how could he forget 'em?
My man pressed on my buttons
I raise up my suttin' and then obviously wet him (Yo)
I'm mad about bars, they heard about ours, grrt, corn coulda send him up Mars
D2B, I don't need bodyguards, all I need is bare smoke, I ain't talkin' cigars (Yeah)
I see eyes light up like thеy just saw stars (Ah-ah)
Heard some bunch of facades
Thеy don't wanna see gang hoppin' out fast cars
Drip, dip, that's permanent scars
I hustle and earn
I won't tussle, their boys don't learn (No)
They're like, "Dezzie, just wait your turn", but I'm on the opp street, tryna make that burn, confirmed (You know, you know)
Ayy, no wonder these jakes concerned, they want the kid back on the wing return (Agh)
Ayy, look at this money I earned, when there's white day, all of these gangs get adjourned
Yo, you're screamin', "Fuck them!", go spin their block then
We know you deep down you're just a top GM
Bring the Glocks dem, my broski shot men
She gave me deepthroat, her sloppy ten-ten (Dirty)
'017, we used to kweng them before these ding-dongs, it was only GMs (Yeah)
I was runnin' man down in my TNs (Yeah)
I ain't nuttin' like him, I cannot leave friends (Uh-uh)
My fingertips itch, don't make my mood switch
I rise the long stick, it's nothin' like Twix
I do this ting live, can't ride with no snitch
Tinted out whips, I stole my mum's kitch'
I rise the long stick, it's nothin' like Twix
I'm feelin' like Roddy (Yeah), I just want noddy (Yeah)
But at the same time, I'm tryna get rich
I got my mind right, ain't trustin' no bitch (No)
Bally on, they still know it's me (Agh)
These paigons can't boast on we
'Cah them man really hold holes for free (Ayy, wet that, wet that)
D2, I'm still posted, B
When I'm lurkin', don't get toasted, G (Don' do it)
We all know where your olders be
They're popped down, even these hoes can see
Mash of the town, got the poles on glee (Glee)
Who's your opps? Can't be us (Uh-uh)
He was involved, but turned dust
Said he got bread, must've been crust (Agh)
Older than bruck? I'm very disgust'
I told the weed plug that I wanna adjust
He didn't have faith, had to build trust
Adrenaline rush, I done him, no fuss
How they said they got waps, but their skengs don't buss? (Joker)
I'm feelin' like Michael Owen (Yeah)
Scorin' them goals like [?] (You know)
I really handled my shank with skill
If I swing, your outfit's gonna need sewin'
Can't fool me with this bad boy image (Can't)
Heard he got stripped, whole gang been knowin', ayy (Haha)
Look how I'm naturally flowin'
Cash me with 'ecks, that's bare bands blowin' (You know, you know)
Yo, I ain't pullin' no stunts, only tapped her once (Woi)
Me and bro, that's Filly and Chunkz
When bro's purgin', yeah, he seriously hunts
I still pull in my Jordan dunks
Every time I get high, wanna bore them punks (Agh)
I ain't seen none of them in months
Ever since my man over there turned runts

[Interlude]
Yeah, I got four bad Bs all cattin' (Baddies, baddies)
Which one should I dick? (Uh)
And we got waps, all different selections (You know)
Which one should I pick?
Bro like Kodak Black with the blick
Move with the uh, done it so sick
Grippers, done him in the field like Pogba
Three-seven times, you're takin' the mick
(Hahahaha, ayy, are you jokin'?)

Part II: Produced by Sykes Beats & M1OnTheBeat

[Intro]
Ayy, shout out Emerald Strikes, geniuses (Sykes, Sykes), you know the vibe
With air one, it's none come with it though, ayy
(M1OnTheBeat)
You know, you know

[Verse]
Yo, I got too much to lose, I'm bait now
I could have a mental breakdown
From all of this work and litness
Funny how these barbies wanna stay 'round
In the T, I was juggin', finessin'
School days, either done it out in the playground
I think jakes had enough of this nonsense
Why you think all them burn us, takedown?
Oh Jesus, look at my previous
I'm a genius, she wanna suck penis
She got me feelin' like I come from Venus
Ayy, blacked out, lookin' mysterious
We scored on half of their olders, seniors
Big brooms out in the ride
Gang sweep blocks bare, they're council cleaners
Gimme the drop, I swing my Grim Reapers
Ayy, I can get used to this
True say you're new to this
First time I hopped in the private jet
I never saw myself goin' through to this
Flick shank bolsters, heard about underwear
She don't even know why I deal with this
OFB smashed up numerous neeks
I'm rappin' on booth, tell them who to diss
They can't ask 'bout fully involved
I been doin' street shit, now, Dezzie gettin' old
I'm the reason your bredrin got rolled
And they're the reason why gang patrol
Aim cool, how the hell did I thought?
I put the life in my knife, got him soon touch road
Listen, just hear the truth be told
Ever since this rap ting, fake love's been shown
When I'm angry, don't over-mad me
Do you understand me?
I'm not deluded, but I know I can be
Grip the .44 or tek this handy
I made the verse feel like piece of candy
Bad B, she dropped her panty
Didn't take long to flick her tangy
'Cah I'm D2B, she better thank me

[Chorus]
See, my mom cried too many times
My broke bum went jail too many times
I could've caught bird too many times
Sales, I've been there too many times
I made about ten plus too many times
I get verbal abuse too many times
Ayy, mash in the Tottenham really do crimes
So mind what you say with cheeky lines
See, my mom cried too many times
My broke bum went jail too many times
I could've caught bird too many times
Sales, I've been there too many times
I made about ten plus too many times
I get verbal abuse too many times
Ayy, mash in the Tottenham really do crimes
So mind what you say with cheeky lines

[Outro]
Right now, I'm on bookey vibes
Don't mind if I do these guys
Stop tellin' the fans some doo-doo lies
Sykes, Sykes
Walk off with your doobie guys
Like say, I didn't have a barb then like my cutey cries
Both of them could've turned 3.5
M1OnTheBeat
[?]
They don't wanna buck up for a spooky surprise