Mad About Bars

[Part I: Produced by Harry Beech, Kieran Nash & Louis Sevwright] [Intro] Kieran Nash Beats You know, you know You swear Louis just sent me this beat? Agh-agh Listen up [Verse] My young boy can't hop on the booth, like mashin' on works, you know I won't let him (Uh-uh, uh-uh) If I say it's that time, bet CY Rambo will definitely get him (Yeah) I remember Junebug done it by Costa, the fans didn't wait, how could he forget 'em? My man pressed on my buttons I raise up my suttin' and then obviously wet him (Yo) I'm mad about bars, they heard about ours, grrt, corn coulda send him up Mars D2B, I don't need bodyguards, all I need is bare smoke, I ain't talkin' cigars (Yeah) I see eyes light up like they just saw stars (Ah-ah) Heard some bunch of facadеs They don't wanna see gang hoppin' out fast cars Drip, dip, that's permanent scars I hustlе and earn I won't tussle, their boys don't learn (No) They're like, "Dezzie, just wait your turn", but I'm on the opp street, tryna make that burn, confirmed (You know, you know) Ayy, no wonder these jakes concerned, they want the kid back on the wing return (Agh) Ayy, look at this money I earned, when there's white day, all of these gangs get adjourned Yo, you're screamin', "Fuck them!", go spin their block then We know you deep down you're just a top GM Bring the Glocks dem, my broski shot men She gave me deepthroat, her sloppy ten-ten (Dirty) '017, we used to kweng them before these ding-dongs, it was only GMs (Yeah) I was runnin' man down in my TNs (Yeah) I ain't nuttin' like him, I cannot leave friends (Uh-uh) My fingertips itch, don't make my mood switch I rise the long stick, it's nothin' like Twix I do this ting live, can't ride with no snitch Tinted out whips, I stole my mum's kitch' I rise the long stick, it's nothin' like Twix I'm feelin' like Roddy (Yeah), I just want noddy (Yeah) But at the same time, I'm tryna get rich I got my mind right, ain't trustin' no bitch (No) Bally on, they still know it's me (Agh) These paigons can't boast on we 'Cah them man really hold holes for free (Ayy, wet that, wet that) D2, I'm still posted, B When I'm lurkin', don't get toasted, G (Don' do it) We all know where your olders be They're popped down, even these hoes can see Mash of the town, got the poles on glee (Glee) Who's your opps? Can't be us (Uh-uh) He was involved, but turned dust Said he got bread, must've been crust (Agh) Older than bruck? I'm very disgust' I told the weed plug that I wanna adjust He didn't have faith, had to build trust Adrenaline rush, I done him, no fuss How they said they got waps, but their skengs don't buss? (Joker) I'm feelin' like Michael Owen (Yeah) Scorin' them goals like [?] (You know) I really handled my shank with skill If I swing, your outfit's gonna need sewin' Can't fool me with this bad boy image (Can't) Heard he got stripped, whole gang been knowin', ayy (Haha) Look how I'm naturally flowin' Cash me with 'ecks, that's bare bands blowin' (You know, you know) Yo, I ain't pullin' no stunts, only tapped her once (Woi) Me and bro, that's Filly and Chunkz When bro's purgin', yeah, he seriously hunts I still pull in my Jordan dunks Every time I get high, wanna bore them punks (Agh) I ain't seen none of them in months Ever since my man over there turned runts [Interlude] Yeah, I got four bad Bs all cattin' (Baddies, baddies) Which one should I dick? (Uh) And we got waps, all different selections (You know) Which one should I pick? Bro like Kodak Black with the blick Move with the uh, done it so sick Grippers, done him in the field like Pogba Three-seven times, you're takin' the mick (Hahahaha, ayy, are you jokin'?) [Part II: Produced by Sykes Beats & M1OnTheBeat] [Intro] Ayy, shout out Emerald Strikes, geniuses (Sykes, Sykes), you know the vibe With air one, it's none come with it though, ayy (M1OnTheBeat) You know, you know [Verse] Yo, I got too much to lose, I'm bait now I could have a mental breakdown From all of this work and litness Funny how these barbies wanna stay 'round In the T, I was juggin', finessin' School days, either done it out in the playground I think jakes had enough of this nonsense Why you think all them burn us, takedown? Oh Jesus, look at my previous I'm a genius, she wanna suck penis She got me feelin' like I come from Venus Ayy, blacked out, lookin' mysterious We scored on half of their olders, seniors Big brooms out in the ride Gang sweep blocks bare, they're council cleaners Gimme the drop, I swing my Grim Reapers Ayy, I can get used to this True say you're new to this First time I hopped in the private jet I never saw myself goin' through to this Flick shank bolsters, heard about underwear She don't even know why I deal with this OFB smashed up numerous neeks I'm rappin' on booth, tell them who to diss They can't ask 'bout fully involved I been doin' street shit, now, Dezzie gettin' old I'm the reason your bredrin got rolled And they're the reason why gang patrol Aim cool, how the hell did I thought? I put the life in my knife, got him soon touch road Listen, just hear the truth be told Ever since this rap ting, fake love's been shown When I'm angry, don't over-mad me Do you understand me? I'm not deluded, but I know I can be Grip the .44 or tek this handy I made the verse feel like piece of candy Bad B, she dropped her panty Didn't take long to flick her tangy 'Cah I'm D2B, she better thank me [Chorus] See, my mom cried too many times My broke bum went jail too many times I could've caught bird too many times Sales, I've been there too many times I made about ten plus too many times I get verbal abuse too many times Ayy, mash in the Tottenham really do crimes So mind what you say with cheeky lines See, my mom cried too many times My broke bum went jail too many times I could've caught bird too many times Sales, I've been there too many times I made about ten plus too many times I get verbal abuse too many times Ayy, mash in the Tottenham really do crimes So mind what you say with cheeky lines [Outro] Right now, I'm on bookey vibes Don't mind if I do these guys Stop tellin' the fans some doo-doo lies Sykes, Sykes Walk off with your doobie guys Like say, I didn't have a barb then like my cutey cries Both of them could've turned 3.5 M1OnTheBeat [?] They don't wanna buck up for a spooky surprise