Mad About Bars

Part 1 [Kenny Allstar] Understand It's Kenny Allstar's General Bringing someone new Cah you know we've got to supply the streets M Huncho Season two Yo my darg cut tru' [Verse 1] Na, we never ever solo My G that's a no go Got Yaya in the back It's a no go with my people The flow is cold that's Frozone Man I'm way past the o-zone Man I'm way past the postcodes I need the money, a truckload I don't really give a fuck tho Hating niggas there's a lot of those Money-money over all the hoes Sucky-sucky then she gotta go Shes lucky-lucky yeah she got the pole Funny-funny when they had the dough Now I'm laughing-laughing cos they going broke Laughing-laughing cos they going broke Now under arrest, I ain't paying no fine I ain't doing no life I was out on the roads I was tryna survive My pops always telling me why Cos I been through some shit on the roads These niggas are flying abroad I was up in the city the 6 is so pretty No money, no money, I'm feeling so shitty I was down but I'm up now A Boogie in the cut now Free Milky yeah he's locked down Cleveland yeah we got brown Got the xanax and we got loud Got the xanax and we got loud Hit my phone for that uptown Hit the phone for that uptown [Verse 2] Had a good sale I call him Charlie feen Two and a half, no Charlie Sheen Big buds ammo light green Too charged up to be the suck it b Ready-ready ain't no stopping we Jump out your seats no apology Jump in the game oso properly Giving out pills to the 'xanny fiends I just want all this money for family Irrelevant people have doubted me My G on my right and my left That's Ramsey and Jamie they know how to handle beef Well done with the hint of some pepper no salad, please Two summers ago yeah, I handled heat Fell on my face now I'm on my feet My shoes are designer They call me Timmy-Timmy-Timmy-Timmy Timmy Turner Winter time it's getting cold I really-really need a burner I pour up a four of the lean in the thermos Smoke up and pour off and laugh at these clowns in a circus My brudda got hella things you can purchase Hella rocks like the surface Gu-gu-guten tag you in your German Now you and your whip need a service We don't do shit with no purpose I need a yard fully furnished I'm gonna stay the same person Got the grey and the goose, the Canadian Goose The sauce is hotter than the furnace Kentucky to us we're the colonels Got the 'chete in my thermals We're really not inna the verbal I'm really not inna the verbal Really not inna the verbal Aye, I'm really not into the verbal We're really not into the verbal Part 2: Prod. by Mubz Got Beats/MubzBeats [Verse] Smoking pots of green, listening to Potter Payper Seven days had no sleep I'll have it later Cos I'm out here Been on the roads, been grinding late hours Trap, scam and finesse, money's got powers But money's just a paper with a bitches face on it Hit him with the Knuckles watch his friends turn Sonic Ironic, I was playing pool feds barged in I had a eight ball in my pocket I work for myself, one plug no socket Dick hurt her throat, I had to tell her buy some Lockets Smoke, smoke, smoke, man I back strap rockets Pack came under had to call up put the dock it I keep it steppy, don't want the 5-0 clockin' 5-0, big jacket, it's in one of twelve pockets Chatty-patty people gotta block it, Petr Cech it I'm a gorilla in the mist that's no lie Coming like Mist 'cause I'm so high Old beef I let it all slide New beef marinated Yeah, yeah it has to cook right Look, it's gon' be alright New year, new money, yeah it's gonna be so fine It's gon' be so fine, it's gon' be so fine, look Where's the biscuits? I need to up my glucose My shoes used to rip man I used to rob Shoe Zone I'm still breathing, I can't complain Once or twice a year I take a holiday Look but I'm still out on these streets Kill two birds with one, I'd rather kill them with three Used to shot hard playlist on repeat Gave it all up cause these feds had me deep 20% chip, 80% weed, 0% heart, 100% dick to this chick Feelings and fuckeries na, I ain't into them shits I ain't into them shits If you see Hunch then, Joseph ain't far If you see YB Huncho's in the car Huncho don't buy the bar, Hunch will buy the trap Hunch will consign a 9 and he’ll never run it back no way Nah he’ll never run it back, no way Nah he’ll never run it back, no way Nah he’ll never run it back, no way Hunch will consign a 9 and he’ll never run it back