Single / Track
Mad About Bars Xmas S3E1P2
Lyrics
Mad About Bars, I know you lot been waitin' for this one
And believe me, we ain't leavin' until we got another classic (Ghosty)
So, Digga D, let's give the streets what they really want
Mad About Bars, we're back
Cut through, Digga
If they get nicked with the cannon, they won't stay real and sing like Mariah
Conspire to change my attire, rise that fryer and burn that liar
Bro known rider, he got down three, and they all turned choir
And prior, prior, prior to this 16 or higher
The opps turned bro to a lifer, 300s, leathers on, no biker
And I was the only guy my age in West London with a sniper
See a man's eyes roll back from a chest shot attack, free broski S-
Or I press on a one .32, but I ain't tryna find out my number on Lyca
Them man act for the net, but that's not how they are off set
And when me and my 'migos pull up, they take off, make off, they're wet
Still bake off where shh got cheffed, trap pays off, I still get bread
No days off, I miss my bed, still blaze off, ay, fling that lead
Who's them yutes? Spin that ped, do it like Bruce, ching that head
I learnt from Cruz now I bring back Zs, bro drop mad work, that weight get benched
Do it like -, hop that fence, but I bet you still get ching-ching
So it don't make no sense, so it don't make no cents
Got a pack just in, that's Bieber, on a Friday batterin' fish
But the Sunday comin' ain't Easter, lil' bro don't know how to whip
He wants whitewash, no FIFA, he told me he got it on tick
Ay, take that shit and go buy a new beater
Caasis, caasis, the akhis call us caasis
Askar tryna raid man's guri, they want man back in xabsi
Grab the xabad, I'm charged up fully
Mask and hoodie, jump out the passy, really tryna bullet that boy
No Walters, I ain't doin' up Ashley, I look psychotic when man get wassy (Ghosty)
I need me a stain, now I'm searchin', Findin' Nemo
Add bash to the Bobby, see man got brown, no Nino
His silk gon' cut when I back that smoke, the nurse ain't usin' chemo
Don got dipped 'cause he tried run, I caught him a stitch, no Lilo
How much do you wanna B-E-T if I step on a Five with a Star?
Somethin' gon' end up on BBC if I tell bro, "Stop that car"
Film in the four, two guns, take one, we're rollin'
Lights, camera, action, cut-cut when I soak him
Ian's proper, every mornin' phone's my blower
Food on fleek, take two of each, I call that Noah
12 for a oner, or take more, I don't go no lower
And if Drip don't answer his phone, then I'm all alone tryna bring back yola
Pyrex livin', Pyrex whippin', splash in the kitchen, get it back over
Brown and cute like Keisha, I can't lie Lisa, a real life moaner
Been gettin' these P's, ten point five of the bakin' soda
She wan' jump up, mash up the place
Pallance bitch, this ain't no soca
K-Kenny Allstar