Mad About Bars

[Verse 1: Abra Cadabra]

Let me get this straight

Bare chat on the tweet when the G's bucked you, you was holding chase

Man got mashup, things on things all over the place

Now you wanna chat off your mouth on Peri

When your shoe was all over the place, huh

Man best pick up, pick up that shoe

Tell my man, "Pick up, pick up that card"

When the mandem hit up, hit up that food

Them man wan hitch up, hitch up pon sha

Kwasia sem who you talking to?

Man a real bad boy, who you talking to?

Man scream, "Sho" when I'm walking through

17K and your boring who? Huh

Why they wanna fuck with a nigga like me?

Man pull up, hop out and dump 2 quick, man ah fly OT

We don't run from these fuckboys

Blud, I'll slap man on ITV

You don't want it with a nigga like me

You go run when you see me

We ain't letting it bang

So why the fuck did you leave your like mikes?

Have you seen your jacket and kicks?

How you talking 'bout tramps on your timeline?

Man left his iPhone 5

So how the fuck you gonna write your lies?

Lickle man just stick to the rap ting, darg

You don't wanna get skyed

When your boy lands road, I'll be waiting for him at the door

I heard shh-shh hit him up in the jail house

Had him on all four s

Ah, they talking the shit like they pressure

I swear on my life I'm fed up

One of these yutes haffi deadup

Man trek to the op block get bitcoin for my deets, juvies                                                                                          Man just chat about cream, bare Ounto and cake on my scene

Big ting go boom, bye bye if I spot anyone of them neeks

Man don't scream, man don't speak

Hit him with a tum-tum make a man lean

Make a man lean, make a man lean then bop

Can't tell me about on tops

I been upsuh, me Kush and [?] lick a man down for his watch

Man tried escape, man try escape in the A

Three, me and Kush jumped in the whip, bare skrr skrr

Bare handbrakes on the roadside

Catch man and break man's face

We can do the bootings, we can do the shootings

If I tap a mission I'ma boot his door in

Big rambizzy pon my side

When we step through your mandem wan' hide

Man do road, man do road with the Ounto

Man do road with the smoke

Pussy don't choke, wet up my roach

Must can hold a two box in your nose, no problem

[Verse 2]

I've done road on my lonelies

If it wasn't for this music, man

I swear they wouldn't phone me

But thats just how it goes, B

I've always been around the wise, so i know who's my co-d

They can't fool me, I swear they can't stall me

Them pussyboys going down south like Morley's

All they ever did was just stall me

It's man crush monday, fell in love when she saw me

Let's take a stroll down ganster hill

Guns and knives is what you see on a ganster's will

I can't wait to the day that I'm soundin' like Nines

Sayin', "I got bare jewels like Stamford hill"

My niggas gettin' this money and still bangin'

I hope I be gettin' this money and still rappin'

Open doors don't mean nothin' to me if I'm still trappin'

Doing road, rollin' around theres no lackin'

These niggas sending threats, I don't give a fuck

When my daddy left me he didn't give a fuck

So when I see that certain someone I don't give a fuck

Kidnap a bitch nigga, make him live with us

How we living rough, I swear how we living rough

That's why when my niggas hit the belly all they do is blush

They heard that we be violent, they don't fuck with us

Before my Blackbox came I never heard them sayin'

"You soon blow Abz, you're killing all these shows Abz

Your on my Snapchat and my Twitter, bro, your known fam"

But my question is, when the buzz decides to leave will they remember me? Sho

"You soon blow Abz, you're killing all these shows Abz

Your on my Snapchat and my Twitter, bro, your known fam"

But my question is, when the buzz decides to leave will they remember me? Sho

Look, my lifestyle

Lately my life's wild

Bitches in my DMs move to me, they want the pipe now

Back then the bitches told man to pipe down

Free YZ, told me, "Abz this is your life now"

Lost Blickz, lost Y'z, lost Blacks

Lost Daz, man, free my brudda Daz

They got the rest of my bros in the can

It's like they wanna see us crack in the can

Free Daz, man, they hit my nigga Daz with a 7

That's my sole black star from the 7

Feelin' mad to ride and send a pussy to the heavens

Feelin' mad to ride and teach a pussy boy a lesson

Night in, night out, me and EMIX on the grind out

Pourin' out my heart, I need this right now

It's looking like my niggas gonna die out

I'm tryin'

I wanna see my niggas drivin' fast cars and nice houses

The olders beef each other and it hurts me

Totty's not number 1 no more, totty's 30

My home's really crumbling in the mix of all this bullshit

Them pussys from the other side stumbled in

I don't even know these pricks, man, I don't even know these hoes

Them dickheads are neeks to the roads

They don't know how it goes

What's the code, bro?

Blast mans face till his bludclart looks like Frodo

I'm on one, it can get sticky in the long run

I hope the love I'm gettin' is for the long run

If not, I'll be posted on the block with my long gun

And trust me, my killers them on what I’m on, mums

Fuck them pussies, they don't feel me

Now the pussy they wan' wan' feel me

I hope the industry really do feel me

Because everyday there's a voice in my head screamin' shit like, "You soon blow Abz, you're killing all these shows Abz

Your on my Snapchat and my Twitter, bro, your known fam"

But my question is, when the buzz decides to leave will they remember me? Problem