ThereWillBeBlood

[Verse]
When I write bars
I just gotta be frank, Rijkaard
Got the food banked, up my arse
I used to roll on the block in a bike mask
Not on my level, not on my class
If I clap your heart won't get bypassed
Food comes yellow I don't dye hard
And it moves fast, something like cars
And I seen bars nothing like Mars
And I seen bars something like green
Stick up the cab, fluffy like Cheese
I got a crush on this money yeah I like P's
I don't par with the snakes I know the right G's
Figured that I couldn't made papes with the wifey
So I had to let her go, now I'm doing nicely
Getting money but I'm not stunting with ice teeth
When I spit you better stop, think
I put the fizz to your head like a soft drink
Them niggas all upset because they lost him
Now they visiting his tomb on some Croft ting
Who's this pussyhole watching?
Federer bullets, lick his head, make a top spin
Fuck your hype, you're just waffling on the mic so I tie son, no boxing
My niggas deal with the boxes of the high piff, same colour as a goblin
If you chat shit, you'll be visiting the doctor
If the strally hits your head it's gonna pop bruv
Won't be chilling in the bin like Oscar
Driver's certified, i clap, he's off, truss
Ringer M3 no stopping it
Done a couple hotness, ended up shotting it