Mad About Bars - S4-E22

[Part 1] [Intro] SebzBeats Baby Latts, Latts. Latts [Verse] Ching man, chestshot donnys How many utes ran from me They're poppin' L's down in vids I'm chatting to bro like I chinged that donny And that whole block's a mess They ain't tryna bang out properly I see bro-bro wetting my man down So I ran over there and copied 14 rambo in my backpack Them times it was free Asbo Cah he really done turned man hashtag I soaked man down with T and Dabz, fuck, horrible flashback I run man down with badman Or hop out the hatchback No cap when Bookie slapped that On the other side with a burner out We're crashing it, they crashed their whip Once more man circle round Bro had the drop on them No way did I turn that down Yes This Shit is Ments Ride for your homie now Still pulling up where they hang Tryna drill a man out his drip Thought he could pop his door Man chased him back in his whip Swing them shanks expose man's body Swing them shanks for giving me lip Shove and dip, swing and ching Rude rude ride for that prick Ride for that prick B2 chestshot gang with the ramz Tear up flesh, better pray you don't tell AD knife work send a boy heaven TB knife work send a boy hell Young Huntz send him A&E Young MJ send him there as well Blacka will bore up neeks Been knifing since the age of 12 Asbo doing up drills Even though he's been locked in jail And you can hold corn for free How nice of me not to charge for shells Bad b warn bruck her back Jeet and skeet can't be my girl I'm in the T house slanging So much weight I broke the scales See a opp and I'm loosing Better know that it's that day I'm en routing All I ever see is it was down in vids And none of my members losing I lost count of all of our chingings Can't keep up with none of our bootings And they know we're winning So the scoreboard man just abuse it Ching man chestshot donnies Swing them shanks and they run from me I splash man down with solo bolo Man won't talk to the undies Interview room I don't know Why you think that the Trident on me I'm watching myself on camera And still man act like it's not me Pop them doors if you see this brudda Bro dropped another And you can't bring back that sucker Some say i'm a nutter From the way that i swing my cutter And I been out here from young 14 when I done me a drill I got shifted and slapped by my mum Ever since I've attempted kills Dem man can't name me one Smoke in the ride let's go I'm with Bookie and them boy der' run Can't say that them boys ain't jokes I done scored on man for fun Bro done swing it and chop him In front of everyone Doing up lurk in this 4 door dinger Spot you, get ching up Best pray that you don't get bill up She asked why I smell like petty I told home girl that you're way too inner Back this wap, big man best simmer Bro got a body, I ain't talking figure L A qualified Driller [Part 2] [Verse] I want P's, so I'm beating shots Remember that day with the woosh, I saw opps and I beat it off If they say they're about, I'll really come round like "please don't lead me on" What you know about hop out the ride, come back and the driver's gone If I G check you please comply, and tell me where you're from I'm after the big fish, but I'll consume that appetizer Think you can put in the shift, we'll come back round like the Equalizer I gave him my 15 inch, but I thought the wounds woulda been much wider I force through back and chest, when I grip on my black blade tighter See me, I get out and chef, but I can't lie man the booting's liver I'm doing up lurk with gang, Young Huntz in the back too hyper They took more than half the gang, and we still got more than one glider See we don't run out of drillers, bore that up if he says he's a 9iner Pembury utes on nuttin, Holly utes on nuttin either Fuck off I was pissed I was back on that blue phone Feds want us locked in jail, they don't want the gang to do road Two times mans been on that wing, thats fists and kicks like Naruto I'll bore man with my pink kitch, and my ramz, my knife work's two-tone Anywhere I see a opp, it's long I'll buck into utes, and set it, dead or in jail, they said I belong My man can't get no credit, he ain't done no drills from his songs Bro gave him 10 with the ZK, and he try make it 11 On my J I’m a Sav, Ill ching DSQuared in his top, not denims Wet man down with my rambo knife, so much force it made the handle loose Babz won't know I swapped Ts for mine, prolly won't know till he hears this tune I'm G'd up, I'll swing my shank, It's all facts I tell the truth Thought "Oh Boy", when they bucked this gang and none of my member Ku Ching, doctors ripping off clothes, on the roads exposing nudes Doctors ripping off clothes, on the roads exposing nudes