Mad About Bars

Part 1

[Intro: Kenny Allstar]
M1OnTheBeat
So, it's only right we go in with a artist that's put out multiple videos, multiple freestyles and has been putting in so much work this year
It's only right he gets noticed
Trapx10, this is a warning, don't let nuttin' go over your head
This kid's crazy
Let's go in

[Verse]
Slap man out of his Jordans, give us some space, these waps won't jam
TR on me and bro bought his baby out, he don't need no pram
If ***** didn't whack it, I'll probably splash it or hit him up with the bat
Jack on the wing just swinging his jabs, facts, he's been verified in the can
Been verified in the trap, 500Gs is more than a track
Far from rich, I don't think I'm the kid, at least there ain't no cap in my rap
Everyone says I'm a buzz, I'm nuts like Snickers, that's mad
They could be talking sixteens or two hundred and fifty grams
He said my line name concerning, feds doing sweeps, I'm feeling nervous
Buss four fours, don't answer, I'll swerve it, can't serve it if I don't know that person
Hands off, online still earning, cookie I'm selling, Cali I'm burning
With me got that for certain, no dust, just buzz, that's perfect
Moving nutty on your block for your buddies, we don't show love like Sherman
If we discharge this cartridge, shots won't pass him, they're gonna burn him
Couldn't give a toss 'bout them man's health
No feds over there when we pulled, the mandem hit that quick like sales
Hopped out, bro dished them shells
Flipping hell, this life is shit but I'm making the most
My dro' phone's been online for six years, bro's done eight shotting pebs in O
Gang my fam, no friends, it's bros, touch one of mine then it's time to roll
And it ain't gonna be good news if I pull up and start raising a 12
Broski loves to spray 'em both, and me, I just drip it and split it
018, cheffed down couple opps, now 019, tell my young boys ching him
Then it's back to the ends, man bill it, Boost with the Rey, I don't mix no ting in
Get my packs locked by a grey ting, smell proof that 'cause the bud is minging
Abracadabra, watch the pack go from a hottie
Ever try a shot gang green mix or dead bud, you know that's a robbery
And rideouts on us, tell them man do that properly
'Cause I'm always around a spinner, little bro locks the two pot shotty
They got JT behind bars, he was out daily 'till he caught a duppy
'Nuff people tell me I'm next up but I'm still out on the roads on fuckery
Them man mad 'cause they took their jewels, still manage to get their shine
And I got fans mad about bars 'cause they can't always gets man's lines
(The Voice of the Streets)

Part 2

[Interlude: Kenny Allstar]
Yo, Trap
I still don't think that was enough for them
They're still letting you go over their heads so let's hit them with another instrumental
Ghosty
And let's seal the deal, it's Mad About Bars, Trapx10, let's go

[Verse]
I get rid a load of chro', bro gets rid a load of snow
Or like Ashley and Joe, it's could be dark or light like coal
We got couple waps, needs an arsenal so I buy parcels, shop it on runners
You better dive, all these shots will lay man, tryna take tops off, I'm 'round gunners
He's got a couple tunes and he's looney but on the roads he turns to a runner
They know I don't box, Sylvester, when they see me hop of three hunnas
Elmer Fudd 'cause I brang my mash, if it gets bunny I'll defo bang
Feds in the rear, spin it Taz, porky pigs, bro, foot on the gas
Opps know these tips ain't PG, tell them kids I'm patterning gang
And the T life got man mint, without music, they're struggling, damn
End so I scored 'nuff points, so if it weren't me, still could've been man
Got nicked for a mad ting, we weren't conspires but it could've been planned
Always in the trap, need a thousand grams but I'm cool with half the box
Three fives, done a fours over a bag back, eighteen shots, that's half the box
Bro break down like discos, me, I'm a distro' with bargain cost
I can get you a box for the low and we've been over there discharging off
This car got five seats, we're like six deep but we still roll hammered
Two pops, got one and pocket rockets, my gang ain't got no jammers
This spins won't make you dizzy, my team some rascals, do it on camera
Get scratchy or you get trim, so you better be on toes like Banter
My trap's no tick like Nike 'cause I want my prof' to the max
I won't force a consignment on him, I'll just do it, he's so in pack
He wants hard but bro's got niff, give him a bit, he'll turn that crack
On the move, might step with a Samurai and bop off when the boy gets jacked
He said he's got nuttin' holding for the box, he must be talking smack
'Cause I heard that his line does kick, so I'm tryna hit quick, leave and dash
Conny some bud 'cause I got the cash, line moving slow, I still pay the plug
Straight dro', all green like Zelda, you can call gang for the other drug
Old waps for modern warfare, true say the dots came in with rust
Feds tryna make an invasion in the estate then I'll likely dust
I run down money all day, in and out of yards, I can do it, no fuss
But if the yard gets too much attention, then I gotta scrap that yard and cut