Stinky Pete - Barz (feat. No Sleep Leek)
(I got bars)(Uhh, yeah)
I got bars
Bitch, don't mess with me I'll mix it with them xans
In the mountains, on the beach of foreign lands
Smoking gas, straight out the pack, of Pakistan
I need a band I hit a lick
A pack to stand
Don't get me
Twisted
I could learn your name, forget it
Smoking turbo, press the gas and then we dipping,
Bitch I'm big baby
Pimpin
Make me drop it, when I got it
Like it's hot, an now the whole block want it
In the ghost, just like it's haunted (I mean)
Smoking ghost just like it's chronic (I mean)
Now I got bitches on my dick but they been hoppin I mean
Now all my clothes straight to Linen, ouu the seams but I mean
Now I could do it by myself so all my friends just don't mean
(Uhh)
Just don't mean...
(Uhh, Uhh)
Yeah I got jits all on the block, and they be hittig licks
Throw a P up, smokin reefer
Hide myself behind the kick
Bouncin' out they ounce, I got the pack we never runnin' out
Fuck the sack up, get the bag up
Back up, coming from the south
We down to bounce
(Uhh) Yeah, We down to pounce
(Yeah)
Riding with the stick, I'm in the phantom (Uhh)
Drop another stick inside the fanta (Uhh)
Choppa with the dick, it's everlastin
Never making sense, don't be dramatic now
I just hit a lick, we goin platinum (Uhh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fucking up the bitch, I'm gonna bag em up
Riding on the beat, we toe taggin (Uhh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Never getting beat, we everlasting (Uhh)
Don't be dramatic
I got bars
Bitch, don't mess with me I'll mix it with them xans
In the mountains, on the beach of foreign lands
Smoking gas, straight out the pack, of Pakistan
I need a band I hit a lick
A pack to stand
Don't get me
Counting peso, pesos
Drunk off the liquor
Cutting niggas off like my hands are made of scissors
Ice on my neck, man I feel like a blizzard
She be acting out, go ahead and dismiss her
Tired of you niggas, thinking imma lick or sum
Tired of you niggas thinking I'm on soft shit
You cough shit, we rob shit, take caution
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Yeah, I'm fucking on your daughter (Yuh)
I'm yo' daddy not ya' father, yeah
You want some beef? Time to slaughter ya'
You a baby, you a toddler, yeah (Baby boy)
Yeah, it's time for me to boss up, yeah (Boss up, yeah)
I'm not ya' bud, not ya' partner, yeah (Bitch we not friends)
Bet my cars, just broke down damn
And the money went to token, yeah (All the cash)
Bitch I'm cold, yes I'm frozen, yeah (Elsa)
And I'm ballin' like I'm Carter, yeah (Swish)
Yeah, platinum like Carter, yeah (That wheezy)
And I'm fucking on your daughter, yeah (She gettin' wet)
And baby I am not the father, yeah (Not the daddy)
(Uhh, yeah)
I got bars
Bitch, don't mess with me I'll mix it with them xans
In the mountains, on the beach of foreign lands
Smoking gas, straight out the pack, of Pakistan
I need a band I hit a lick
A pack to stand
Don't get me
Twisted
I could learn your name, forget it
Smoking turbo, pressed the gas and then we dipping,
Bitch I'm big baby
Pimpin
Make me drop it, when I got it
Like it's hot, an now the whole block want it
In the ghost, just like it's haunted (I mean)
Smoking ghost just like it's chronic (I mean)
Now I got bitches on my dick but they been hoppin I mean
Now all my clothes straight to Linen, ouu the seams but I mean
Written by:
Gavin Bordelon, Malik Perez
Publisher:
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