Who’s Got Bars?, Pt.7

[Intro]
Despite all the lies they’re tellin’
He don’t ride, former felon
Trust, on basic man weren’t stressin’
Why? Had a wardrobe stuffed with tellies
Them raps there sound repetitive
You ain’t rid this year you’re stretchin’ it
Trust me anything opp man cheffin’ it
He didn’t die so the outcome negative

[Hook]
Pull up and bake shit diss my paigons raise it aim it
No rap cap, who’s got bars? Bars ain’t the only thing that I’m sprayin’
Them man dash, man can’t blame ‘em
Ching man down, one of my A-List
Left him dead I don’t know what his name is
Ten stab wounds he ain’t getting no grazes
Pull up and bake shit diss my paigons raise it aim it
No rap cap, who’s got bars? Bars ain’t the only thing that I’m sprayin’
Them man dash, man can’t blame ‘em
Ching man down, one of my A-List
Left him dead I don’t know what his name is
Ten stab wounds he ain’t getting no grazes

[Verse 1]
I’m brazen, bro’s blatant
Juice get spilt, main road pavements
I ain’t tryna hear that you ain’t involved
Sprint get chinged I ain’t got no patience
Don’t leave your friend cos I’ll slay him
Which opp block should I go debate it
Dover that’s just some entertainment
Slide to the cash, make front pages
Nuttin’ like Walkz or Yukki pull up and shoot no cuts or edits
Bro just gimme the wap, shoot on sight
Assist that drill like Mesut
Pray that the corn don’t hit a pedestrian
Man come to the flats and snap
Slide right back, Neville or Héctor lemme phone bro come and salt this pepper
I could never switch sides like Tevez
Fifteen inch, swinging it reckless
Forehand tekkers slice it drench it
Them pitch yutes doing up benches
That case pending can’t get mentioned
Try exit he got breathless
Talk ‘bout chings, fed him eleven stressing how is he not in heaven?
Got mash and a man got bangers pray that the wap don’t jam like sandwich
Won’t lose sleep if I hit your badders
He got away, I threw a tantrum
Circle again, preying like mantis
Soak man down like you wouldn’t imagine
Left him shutting his eyes in anguish
Whenever they’re out they’re anxious

[Hook]
Pull up and bake shit diss my paigons raise it aim it
No rap cap, who’s got bars? Bars ain’t the only thing that I’m sprayin’
Them man dash, man can’t blame ‘em
Ching man down, one of my A-List
Left him dead I don’t know what his name is
Ten stab wounds he ain’t getting no grazes
Pull up and bake shit diss my paigons raise it aim it
No rap cap, who’s got bars? Bars ain’t the only thing that I’m sprayin’
Them man dash, man can’t blame ‘em
Ching man down, one of my A-List
Left him dead I don’t know what his name is
Ten stab wounds he ain’t getting no grazes

[Verse 2]
Despite all the lies they’re tellin’
He don’t ride, former felon
Trust, on basic man weren’t stressin’
Why? Had a wardrobe stuffed with tellies
Them raps there sound repetitive
You ain’t rid this year you’re stretchin’ it
Trust me anything opp man cheffin’ it
He didn’t die so the outcome negative
Slice tryna send man kip
Ching, dip, take this sedative
Got bagged AM no evidence
Still tryna dodge these birds no pelicans
Still I’m on beef like Wellington
Bare man lying on beats it’s evident
Virgin blades, dry as a bone, man talk nuff but their rambo celibate
Bruck back drill and sauce on spill
Man lyin’ on beats it’s boring
Left man lying in streets [?]
Get round there why not that’s boredom
Step three man like Morgan
AM calm but I want post-mortem
PM guys can’t wait for autumn
Step with caution gang too lawless

[Hook]
Pull up and bake shit diss my paigons raise it aim it
No rap cap, who’s got bars? Bars ain’t the only thing that I’m sprayin’
Them man dash, man can’t blame ‘em
Ching man down, one of my A-List
Left him dead I don’t know what his name is
Ten stab wounds he ain’t getting no grazes
Pull up and bake shit diss my paigons raise it aim it
No rap cap, who’s got bars? Bars ain’t the only thing that I’m sprayin’
Them man dash, man can’t blame ‘em
Ching man down, one of my A-List
Left him dead I don’t know what his name is
Ten stab wounds he ain’t getting no grazes