TURNTHEBEATOFF!

Uh, nah, nah, nah, uh, nah, nah, bitch its barry, aye Shout out Fantom for a motherfuckin' beat, aye Bitch its barry', I'm comin' with that heat 48 Glock, pole long as a fuckin' clock Call the ops, cause we slidin' on every fuckin' spot Shootin' at your pops, no remorse for my fuckin' ops Anybody get it when you see my fuckin' red dot Mister 9-5-4, and it's tatted on my fuckin' neck On the other side its florida, bitch, you know I represent I'm a Yankee, yeah, I'm crazy, I be thinkin' death like crazy why im clutchin?,not for nothing, man, I shoot a dot like Brady Aye, keep a-blickly' with me, it get sticky I'ma up that whole hoe, better not try to get busy with me Yeah, my bitch got that stick, she get busy with it She a real shooter , yeah, that finger trigger itchy Yeah, I'm goin' solo, walk down on that op Been so long since Barry was on the Aux No photos, I don't model for these thots Been here for too long, bitch, I need my spot Stop playin', nigga, bitch, it's Barry, shit get scary Yeah, nigga, and I'm shootin' on this fuckin And I'm shootin' with this motherfuckin' stick Play with Barry, f*ck, nigga, you get hit And I'm off this shit, bitch, it's Barry Man, see my niggas, she get scared I said, I'm off this shit, turn the beat off Turn the motherfuckin' beat, bitch, it's Barry