Wack Bars

Yeah, hit my dance like this, like, you know, you know how that nigga Trap be doin', he be Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, Bando, come on Freak, bitch, let her, okay, shit Freak, bitch, let me get behind it quick, I'm finna Yeah, I'm finna, this what we doin', this what we on Freak, bitch, let me get behind it, yeah Freak, bitch, let me get behind it quick, I'ma double tap He was actin' tough and got popped like some bubble wrap I just made a ten ball trapping had to double that Bitch bad as hell, but she broke, I can't f*ck with that My nigga AP rollin' up the wood like a lumberjack I ain't Steve, but I make that nigga job when I up the mac That nigga like to rap his shit mild like I up the black Nigga always talkin' bout some money, but can't up the stack I'm like, gang, what you need? He like, shit, twenty-three He was looking for that smoke and got smoked like a breeze Bitch thinking she the one, but she too, nigga, please I don't even gotta try, bro, I do this shit with ease Nigga, trap hard, stack large, new whip, black car Nigga sippin' wok, so you know you finna act hard Nigga tried to run, but we caught him in the backyard I'm the hardest nigga out, I don't never got no whack bars Nigga, better go and do your research Finna start a clothing brand and put my opps on a T-shirt I just hit my bitch for some hours, got my knees hurt I don't even gotta rap, nigga, I can let the beat, work fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, that's my favorite sound I ain't talking bout no bed time, the Glock a lay you down I be in the jungle with gorillas, I got apes around I heard Dog talkin' to the boys, he got the Jakes around I can't f*ck with these hoes, they be childish Cause nowadays, all these hoes come with high mileage I made twenty thousand I ain't never been to college I don't f*ck with broke hoes, baby, I'm just being honest I got a new Glock, new crib, new music tune in J.R. hit my phone, he like, bro, we got a two-man old money cool, but I'm gettin' to them new bands We don't do no talkin', we gon' catch him in a loose end Nigga, yeah, in a loose end All my friends dead, boy, I'm gettin' blue bands All my, yeah, come on, gotta hit my, yeah