Mad About Bars

[Verse 1: Headie One] Revz just slapped it in reverse My bro got his hands on the wheel while I fly out the ride, it's teamwork Remember when I couldn’t fit the dots in my top, I was showing off cleavage The last time I come out of jail, I learnt how to handle that .44 easier I got a pack looking like multiple bags of Maltesers I went and got nicked upsuh, two ninas Now I got "Intent to Supply" on my previous I can’t have beef with these eedyats Back then it was anyting green get bun, I went jail then I lost a one arm like I'm sleeveless My Pa always said I need Jesus You think I do juju My niggas them think I'm a demon Headie One re-up on new food I'm talking like AM and PM My line ringing AM to PM In the AM replying to DMs Same way I hit the opp block in the PM None of my opps can't put their hand on H, if I spray and pray, I'm believing Beef in the streets, I don’t reason Beef in the streets, get seasoned Niggas can't be my G and turn their back on OFB 'cause that one there's treason I was prison, on the wing fisting Right now I'm home and I’m still drilling All for my Gs them, I'm my brother's keeper [Verse 2: RV] Feds said I can’t be with Headz 'cause they know that’s Freddy and Jason You got a hundred man in your vids but when I slide through your block it's vacant Them niggas soft it’s blatant They don't want smoke, they're vaping I got a .44 long, that’s new, and a old dot, that’s ancient RV, man, I’m way too pokey And I back guns and get smokey Headz got the hammer like Thor That's bro, I guess I gotta be Loki My team be shooting and scoring long time, should ha' got a trophy Look, this beef ting's deeper than rap Can't let them do me like– Back out my ting won’t pet it Aim for your chest then wet it Can't tell me 'bout beef or P's 'cause I mash work and I get it Man claim they got beef with the gang but see me on the roads and leg it When I caught man lacking in jail; no verbal, just set it RV I'm a problem, and the other side know this If I can’t line up a driver had to get round there and ten toes it Got a big stick like Moses Fed gon' tape up the whole strip Find out where you're posted Brain stuck on the wall like a Post-It [Verse 3: Headie One] From way back me and Rev captained T like Hoddle Dip down a pussy on the opp block, turned that whole block brothel The last time I put in a work in a weekday, Sunday I listened to some gospel Then on Monday I scored full throttle, that’s me in a bruck down Vauxhall My class is A, still four an' a half of the B in the bando Feds had me locked in the C, can't trust my bird get handled I got this bad B coming to the nizz for the D no need for a Tinsel or a Nando's Bitches in the hood moving fruity but there's no need for a kiwi or mango Summertime my G's keep the strip hot, no need for a Bigga or Snapple Me and front ride with the swam in the whip, no need for a flicky or rambo How you gonna spend your own money on your grills but you don’t know how to fry like Nando's? Hear big guns get handled Paigons see me ten toes like a sandal One leather on a trackie, I still make it look neat I bust a four and a half at the press 'cause my trap game is on fleek One leather on a trackie, I still make it look neat I bust a four and a half at the press 'cause my trap game is on fleek [Verse 4: RV] '09 I was ducking down opps '010 I was cutting down crops '011 I was cruddy on the streets '012 I was stuck in a box Fed had me riding a sentence Never had time for repentance Been a bad boy from day I was doing lines in detention No face, no case, no comment, fed can't ask me no questions I don't do this for attention Niggas get got in a sevens I got shells for the dots And I just put in two like western So when you start adding those Ks make sure I don't get a mention Say what you want about RV, but no one's made me a victim Chef man down with the Ramsey, I don't take knife from the kitchen I treat opps like AC 'cause I’m tryna drop that instant I treat opps like AC 'cause I’m tryna drop that instant I used to get round there with blades in my hand like a wolverine Pull up, crash, them man dash, how can you call this beef? I don’t even call it beef I just got war with neeks Niggas keep talking grief Press the nine three times like I'm calling police