Mad About Bars

[Instrumental 1] [Verse 1: Tre Mission] You don't know how the TG move Too much lip, that's rude Get dipped for the talk like food Six up when the 6 Boy cut you Hold six if you move We could do the back-to-back too Just know what it is, don't lose You don't do the curb, I'm outside My dad's a yardie, not naij You and me, my G, we're not sides You try eat this food, you'll get fried I'm in London billing up ammi spliffs But in the 6, kush fi get fried You just slip and duck, we do slide I'm too wassi, darg, you're too lie Whoa, Koala and chince Don't get minced, eww, what's that pie? They forget the beef cause it died Come to the ends, get flied Mind what you say, don't mind me Who said what? Who tried? Pull up, skrrt, glide Nigga, don't run, don't hide Could've been El P, Scala Could've been I Love Live Could've been that way, same way Could've been Green Belt Drive Old school dargs in the Danforth, everyting live Old school dargs in the Danforth, everyting live Quick skrrt to the VP side Can't vouch for these youts, don't know what they sing 'bout You got a one free clothes and you skinned out I'm in your girlfriend's car with my tings out Niggas talk Chinese when the ching's out Niggas talk too much when the beans there Lil Uzi on the ends, no green hair I'm on the south side, nigga, SE shh shh That's undisclosed, it gets me here Wait, wait, hold up, whoa I'm with the smoky guys, it's not crow I'm with my dargy [?], it's not dro You need to fix your face, you're not cold If I kiss teeth, you'll see sixteen But if I grin teeth, you'll see gold Niggas know Toronto gets cold And I'm just as icy, get poled [Verse 2: Merky ACE] Man know me, Mad Max, I'm loco War with me not simple like Oat So Just cuh man digged out her throat hole Don't think I'll do it for the gyal, that's a no-no I was backstage, I was tryna flog coco They was at the bar tryna stunt for the photos Dem man 27 jumping out of Corsas Thinking it's new but I tell them no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Fifteen when I did jump out the Volvo Mask on, but it weren't Benny, nor Togo Man describe the suspect in his photo Victim dipped in his chest and ab though 21, I tried turn man dando Love the 9 but that ting there jam though Bad breed, hard ears, ASBO Whip the chotch with the Orlando Lakers jacket, no Lakers on the back though I was frontline since then, them man know Feds take pictures and dem boy dere snitching My index finger's now got eczema I do grease but still it's itching Babe Ruth slugger and I'll pitch him You'll give massages 'fore you put your dick in I'll grab her arse stiff and tell her listen You ain't tryna fuck? Then you best be missing Didn't need to say it cuh her box was dripping But I'm rough and rigid Banging all the time, I don't know 'bout frigid Now we talking roads, we ain't talking women Leave 'em quaver quaver, that's curling, fitting No porridge Quaker, earth him, now he's finished Slapped it off near Maccies, and they heard it in Greenwich Talking Popeye? Then the mash is spinach Won't save that bitch, so don't think they listen And joob went through before I was spitting And it came back out, and it went back in it My father jacket kept me warm at night They was sprawled out, snoring inna duvet linen Gs post in a wasteman's yard Let it boom before it was bars Had my own whip, it weren't no "ours" One-handed, can't unclip her bra Turned yourself into some fucking hard Try rap, he's frying like some fucking lard [?], I will take the charge Lean up on him like a lamppost Lean up on him like a shoulder barge Man ghost feds, consult with marge So GG, them boy ain't large Eat sleep for dinner, yeah, man is starved Rep for the Blue like Branislav But it's glory, glory Man U, darg Turn your T-shirt red, now you're repping ours Who laugh last? Won't be a second laugh Baow, baow, weapon blast Head tekken arff Wait Piranhas right there, we some fucking sharks They're just in the tub with a bubble bath Man go function just to lock it arff [Instrumental 2: "Ready When You Are" by Munroe] [Verse: Tre Mission] You don't know how the TG roll Too much lip, that's bowl Get dipped for the talk, don't troll 6 up when the 6 Boy cut you Hold 6 if you told Gyal too washed with her mouth But tight when she quits, it's cold You don't know how to rinse and fold ODB, I was rinsing Old They forget the beef cause it's old Come to the ends, get poled Shed no tear for the pagans That's too bad, should've mind where you strolled Too much pride in his head That's vain, he can die with his gold All my niggas on crime and it's cold All my niggas on crime and it's flame out Do dirt, make tunes, dick brains out Ride out when it's wet, get rained out I did too much road, I got rained out You heard too much shots, you got reined in You just bang on net, you don't bang out I never called his phone, it just rang out I had to call the bros and they ran out It's like pick up sticks and do drum Then it's back to ends and do rum It's like 3-0 and 2-1 It's like [?] test a new gun It's like pick up sticks and do drum Then it's back to ends and do rum It's like 3-0 and 2-1 It's like [?] test a new gun Niggas just talk, that's lippy Too much drugs, too trippy Grew up with Elaine, not Nicki Too much dust in this digi Not with the new wave, ask Strictly Old school Yoshi and Britney Red top, straight through his kidney Didn't bring no one with me How can a fed with a dick wan' strip me? Miss me with these new youts, no history You were knee-deep in whisky I was knee-deep on road where it's risky You know I know Rooney and Risky Brown skin yout but still move blickzy Kuff kaff kweff, but you missed me Should've got close and dipped me Dem bwoy haffi get lead Running from the opps, that's dead When they see us, they duck You know I'm old school like reds Beat then skate like sled, whoa Man ah just sing like Craig, whoa How you get juuged in your face And you niggas just bawl out wide like Kleff? Ayy Snitch boy ball for the ref Could've been cocaine, could've been meth You know I make everyting stretch Same way everyting stretch Snitch boy ball for the ref Direct corn if a nigga move left Do you up quickly and leave Bet you thought I was gonna say left, whoa Snitch boy ball for the ref [Instrumental 3] [Verse: Merky ACE] Fill up the scram with clams You spent two bags on Loubz I got the bouged ones when I stamped I swear down, I ain't gay But when feds came, I banked Put him straight over, he planked Like Prince of Persia, I'll nank Ain't no rewinds, to be frank I'm an Evil Knievel, front wheel lifter Man ah jump off, that's hasta la vista C'est la vie, jump out of Beetle And SUV, don't pose for the picture Tizzy Gang, upside down middle finger Yeah, man have got smoke and cinder Killer Instinct, not Robot Ninja My ting shout, man shout out "timber" Skid around the corner, big bike dinger Man tek life, then swipe pon Tinder Dressed in green with question marks on me? Nah, but man are riddler Riddle up your car with your little sister Wig him and his dargs, you don't want it, I'm a hitter Run a man down, where you running, little shit? I'll Go on one knee and slap out his kidney Slap out his headback, slap out his liver See the blue lights, I'm gone These corners, kids can't ramp on Half in the pokes, that's a hard tampon He's on the ropes since he got banged on Jumping out the bushes, jumping out the bushes Jumping out the bushes, that's where I'm flying from Get my camp on tryna get a man gone Boot a man's back, know what is man on Heard that he thinks he's rough, so what? Do it dolo, not co-op Rather buy smoke than show off Thought I meant crow? Uh uh Came in the room with the brucker Man ah don't swing nunchuck-a Pussy, better run for cover Or go human shield your mother Cause I'll slap her too, and your brother Killer with the dots like WWW Do it onsite dot com, forward slash now Nizzy on me, gonna haunt man down 'Cause the barrel's in the bush, deya by the shrubs Man got doot, came with the snub Man get rude, I ain't drapesing 'em up Blade inna gut, gyal suck my hood From the side like flute, I was rating her butt It's bait, she's a slut See me in the Blue with Kane in the cut Reebok pumps, still lacing you up Got my clear glasses? Then it's bait that it's tucked Bally on? You're getting taken with us Take turns, knock him out, then we're waking him up Thingymajig with me and I came with thingybob I'm with my man too, that's the winning squad Look like Yeezy distressed his fitted top That gyal sleazy, that's what I'm inna, dog Me no inna boring gyal, is you giving glog? Close that door and shh when you hit the spot Turn a man's face for a mush when it's ripping off Dem man won't come to the Hill cuh it's kicking off Better put your seat back, windows tinted off 40 mile per hour, don't stop till you hit the top And if you're [?] getting caught in traff Ride up with the pushy, click, waff I'm with - and - Mishmash 110 on the dash