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