Part 1 - Greedy
[Intro]
Bros locked up, gotta write that letter
Feds on man, can't lie and I'm fed up
Plug took long and I'm feeling like Walkz, the delivery coulda been better
Plug took long and I'm feeling like Walkz, the delivery coulda been better
[Verse]
This dotts coulda caused one earthquake
Broski's tapped and his tempers tiny (Bow)
If I wave this wand like Hermione
I'll burn my clothes so the jakes don't find me (Nope)
Or I'm setting up shop like a pikey
Hit two dark, that's Huey and Riley (Slang it)
If the packs not fit like Kylie
I'll stain that plug then I'll burn that bridge (Burn it)
And the feds dem tracked my sim
So like Bugzy, man, I hate that chip (Hate it)
Don't think twice when I take that risk
Whip that grub then I scrape that dish (Whip)
All the cats dem give me a ring
Mans loving the bands, I might give it a ring (Brrr)
Four-five bills on a brand new dings
Man jump in the ride, lets give it a spin (Skrr)
I'm in O with the white like Jim
Gotta move this weight, I don't know about gym (Nope)
Get grub and the feds don't sing
Man, I know what it is, I can't sink that ship (I know)
Grey ting and she's loving the lingo
I'm from the East side like Shirley and Heather
Now I know they ain't making no bands
They just putting on shows, coming like Coachella (Joker)
Bro wanna glide, then I'm gliding too
Told broski that I'm down for whatever (Whatever)
Me and my blade, that's Karen and Plankton
Put trust and love in my wetter (Ching)
Don't talk to the pigs like Peppa
Black blade make a boy dance like Step Up (Bow)
Them man, they ain't bust no shots
On my life they ain't nothing but net like Kobe
Big bro got the Thor on deck
But he's moving all bait, tell him keep it lowkey (Call it)
Ding dong whip with my darg like Kiba
Mask on my face, got me feeling like Toby (Yeah)
Hand tings small, dotts fat like Choji, OT
I don't do ticks like Roleys (Never)
Serve dem cats got the jugg with the pokey
Barkin' to feds, don't sing karaoke (Nope)
My bros on the ball doing nutmegs
Me, I'm in the booth getting told that I'm up next (Ha)
Feds know me, I'm a suspect
So I do dash anytime that I buck feds (Runner)
I'm a young boy outside of London
Serving cats, you don't know about functions (Nope)
Now he's sitting on cake like custard
Bro let it beat like DJ Mustard (Bow)
Serve them cats, got the bando
Plus they've been in the hood like Kenny from South Park (Yeah)
Cheeko got the thing on him
Turn man Ghost I ain't talking Power (Uh oh)
You're telling me 'fuck off trap
I should stay to the rap, I can blow twin tower' (Boom)
Shawty wanna know what I do
I said "Darling, I'm a businessman" (Haha)
Enough times man shoulda been rich like Mitch
But the feds had different plans
Now bro wanna hit that, move
So we hit that stain, no Cillit Bang (Bow, bow)
Now bro wanna hit that move
So we hit that stain, no Cillit Bang
Part 2 - Cheeko
[Intro]
Ayo, AV, you're taking the piss, yena?
What you saying? Drill Simon Cowell
[Verse]
I'm in the ride on drills in my trap fit
But I ain't chilling with Blanco
One sweet 'ped with my nigga YM
On the lurk for these punks on the backroad
I'm equipped with these toys on deck
And these toys on deck didn't come from Hasbro
Tryna put one or two in your mango, insert shanks in backbone
They got my nigga in a can like Tango
Tryna pattern the pack from the zanco
He try run and got smoked like tobacco
Feds wanna chain nigga down like Django
Got the green bells for the dotts
Light a nigga up on the curb like a lamppost
Get wrapped like a bankroll
Fifteen inch, leave you swimming like tadpoles
My marj heard the things I done
She want me in the house like Cory
Swung my blade, tryna hit mans brain
But it didn't connect like 4G
If the feds come asking questions
Just know that my memories blank like Dory's
We got toys like Woody and Buzz
But you already know that story
Me and my opps could never be equal
They pull stunts like Evel Knievel
Push my shank in your skin like needles
I do man dirty, I'm evil
I'm tryna pull spots, no measles
Why the feds wanna stop my grind?
Like I won't continue like sequels
The kickback on this gauge too lethal
That snitch switched signs like traffic lights
This dotts make you dance like Magic Mike
Gotta stay low if we see them flashing lights
And I know that them yutes ain't bad
That's why they stay inside like parasites
They get sent to the sky, no satellite
Swillz got my back like twins, no Gemini
I ain't gonna stop 'cah I need me a million
Them trees are grand like cinnamon
Chop that down, then skrr out of town
The way that we cleared that yard was brilliant
Do it like Mortal Kombat, leave the scene gory
I might just 'finish him'
Hit back, I'm billing it
Talk of the town like Cillian
Jump out the ride, there's sweets, no Chewits
These tools from the bag didn't come from Screwfix
We really tryna blow guys fuses
Them man do drill on computers
On the glide, tryna catch me a human
Doors get popped, see niggas get clueless
Like Eminem, just lose it
Pierce mans heart, no Cupid
Who’s Got Bars? Pt. 8.1 was produced by AV The Producer & ProdByWalkz.
Greedy released Who’s Got Bars? Pt. 8.1 on Sun Dec 22 2019.