Mad About Bars

[Verse 1: Abra Cadabra] Let me get this straight Bare chat on the tweet when the G's bucked you, you was holding chase Man got mashup, things on things all over the place Now you wanna chat off your mouth on Peri When your shoe was all over the place, huh Man best pick up, pick up that shoe Tell my man, "Pick up, pick up that card" When the mandem hit up, hit up that food Them man wan hitch up, hitch up pon sha Kwasia sem who you talking to? Man a real bad boy, who you talking to? Man scream, "Sho" when I'm walking through 17K and your boring who? Huh Why they wanna fuck with a nigga like me? Man pull up, hop out and dump 2 quick, man ah fly OT We don't run from these fuckboys Blud, I'll slap man on ITV You don't want it with a nigga like me You go run when you see me We ain't letting it bang So why the fuck did you leave your like mikes? Have you seen your jacket and kicks? How you talking 'bout tramps on your timeline? Man left his iPhone 5 So how the fuck you gonna write your lies? Lickle man just stick to the rap ting, darg You don't wanna get skyed When your boy lands road, I'll be waiting for him at the door I heard shh-shh hit him up in the jail house Had him on all four s Ah, they talking the shit like they pressure I swear on my life I'm fed up One of these yutes haffi deadup Man trek to the op block get bitcoin for my deets, juvies Man just chat about cream, bare Ounto and cake on my scene Big ting go boom, bye bye if I spot anyone of them neeks Man don't scream, man don't speak Hit him with a tum-tum make a man lean Make a man lean, make a man lean then bop Can't tell me about on tops I been upsuh, me Kush and [?] lick a man down for his watch Man tried escape, man try escape in the A Three, me and Kush jumped in the whip, bare skrr skrr Bare handbrakes on the roadside Catch man and break man's face We can do the bootings, we can do the shootings If I tap a mission I'ma boot his door in Big rambizzy pon my side When we step through your mandem wan' hide Man do road, man do road with the Ounto Man do road with the smoke Pussy don't choke, wet up my roach Must can hold a two box in your nose, no problem [Verse 2] I've done road on my lonelies If it wasn't for this music, man I swear they wouldn't phone me But thats just how it goes, B I've always been around the wise, so i know who's my co-d They can't fool me, I swear they can't stall me Them pussyboys going down south like Morley's All they ever did was just stall me It's man crush monday, fell in love when she saw me Let's take a stroll down ganster hill Guns and knives is what you see on a ganster's will I can't wait to the day that I'm soundin' like Nines Sayin', "I got bare jewels like Stamford hill" My niggas gettin' this money and still bangin' I hope I be gettin' this money and still rappin' Open doors don't mean nothin' to me if I'm still trappin' Doing road, rollin' around theres no lackin' These niggas sending threats, I don't give a fuck When my daddy left me he didn't give a fuck So when I see that certain someone I don't give a fuck Kidnap a bitch nigga, make him live with us How we living rough, I swear how we living rough That's why when my niggas hit the belly all they do is blush They heard that we be violent, they don't fuck with us Before my Blackbox came I never heard them sayin' "You soon blow Abz, you're killing all these shows Abz Your on my Snapchat and my Twitter, bro, your known fam" But my question is, when the buzz decides to leave will they remember me? Sho "You soon blow Abz, you're killing all these shows Abz Your on my Snapchat and my Twitter, bro, your known fam" But my question is, when the buzz decides to leave will they remember me? Sho Look, my lifestyle Lately my life's wild Bitches in my DMs move to me, they want the pipe now Back then the bitches told man to pipe down Free YZ, told me, "Abz this is your life now" Lost Blickz, lost Y'z, lost Blacks Lost Daz, man, free my brudda Daz They got the rest of my bros in the can It's like they wanna see us crack in the can Free Daz, man, they hit my nigga Daz with a 7 That's my sole black star from the 7 Feelin' mad to ride and send a pussy to the heavens Feelin' mad to ride and teach a pussy boy a lesson Night in, night out, me and EMIX on the grind out Pourin' out my heart, I need this right now It's looking like my niggas gonna die out I'm tryin' I wanna see my niggas drivin' fast cars and nice houses The olders beef each other and it hurts me Totty's not number 1 no more, totty's 30 My home's really crumbling in the mix of all this bullshit Them pussys from the other side stumbled in I don't even know these pricks, man, I don't even know these hoes Them dickheads are neeks to the roads They don't know how it goes What's the code, bro? Blast mans face till his bludclart looks like Frodo I'm on one, it can get sticky in the long run I hope the love I'm gettin' is for the long run If not, I'll be posted on the block with my long gun And trust me, my killers them on what I’m on, mums Fuck them pussies, they don't feel me Now the pussy they wan' wan' feel me I hope the industry really do feel me Because everyday there's a voice in my head screamin' shit like, "You soon blow Abz, you're killing all these shows Abz Your on my Snapchat and my Twitter, bro, your known fam" But my question is, when the buzz decides to leave will they remember me? Problem