410 - mad about bars 2 lyrics
instrumental by chubz
[intro: kenny allstar]
two-hundred days plus
that’s how long you man been asking for it
and i picked the best day to drop it
410
bt
rendo
tiny sykes
i told you, i always deliver
[verse 1: bt]
but i’m tryna see checks
but right now, i’m using up recks
the jakes they wanna arrest, but i’m tryna invest
nah, i’m on nothin’ less
flick shank, in’a out of flesh
protect your chest, you stupid mess
i play macbeth or three man step
shooting playin’ conquest
[verse 2: ts]
shooting playin’ conquest
two man jump in a vess’
125 and we ride on ‘dem
don’t fire on your first attempt
come back in a hour ‘n’ we’ll ride again
don’t mention my name in tracks or i’ll splash up your bros
go ride for ‘dem
been dishing out packs of both
while you were on dates with parish
asked o.d., had knick knacks had ‘dem doing up quick lines
queuing outside of dallas
man’s phones been ringin’ off, loads
bagging up food, my grub ‘da maddest
cats been bellin’ off man cah my food peng ‘n’ ‘da packs ‘da fattest
[verse 3: rendo]
410 step; that’s crashers
bunny in the field lets shoot
other day suttin’ got bun feds on gang so i won’t say who
there was nuttin’ but brain and top from the same bad b you call brown and cute
man get around and shoot, diligent step with the foulest youtes
man get splashed on the mains
i bet n-body don’t ‘low that youte
run up in the crowd and shoot
i’m diligent, wild and rude
lurked in the k all night
two man step tryna find dat youte
i ain’t tryna hear ‘low that youte
i’m diligent, wild and rude
[verse 4: bt]
difference is that dem boys need olders
nuff time swingin’ out shanks like logan
frontline, doing up active motives
window, roll it all down and bowl it
i could never feel insulted
follow ‘dat man and swing above shoulders
ching a man down, us boys wan choke him
shoot and a man down, nah-nah wan toast it
[verse 5: ts]
two waps up, three n-gg-s we’re rollin’
blacked out cars, it’s lookin’ all stolen
how many times have we lurked in ‘da k
how many times did we did up mans olders
been in the field from young ‘n’ i’m still up in the fields like kones’
blacked out window, shotgun rollin’
strangle the grip, reload it
[verse 6: rendo]
pull up, doing up waps and motors
ding dong, doing up bats and soakers
mandem doing up waps and loaders
gang pull up on the opps, they’re jokers
opps dem, chatty like gyal, man noticed
chat, sittin’ on the cats and sofas
man just spin it on the block wid vultures
crash; militant walk wid’ soldiers
instrumetnal by handleithulkz
[interlude: kenny allstar]
kenny allstar
did you think i was gonna give you one freestyle?
you’ve waited ‘dis long
we’re gonna do this sh-t properly
g8
spotify, mad about bars: christmas special
a freestyle so sick
man had to hit ‘dem twice
bt, set it off
[verse 7: bt & kenny allstar]
more (jeez!)
yamaha you’re– (d-mn!)
eat some italian food (hm)
i put on ‘da botty
civilians move
(let’s go in)
more (more)
yamaha yamaha your
i’m hungry i wanna go eat some italian food
talk ’bout italian shoes
i put it on ‘da botty civilians move
trap in ‘da juice, leavin’ your shoes, wan for ‘da youte
trap in ‘da juice, leavin’ your shoes, wan for ‘da youte
italian shoes, i put it on ‘da botty, civilians move
yamaha, yamaha, your
yamaha, ayy
listen
longtime dat i ain’t seen ma’
six in ‘da four in ‘da ra’
rip it, drop it, it sound like gl-ss
chocolate chip, chocolate
to ‘da chocolate and charge
two waps cost five-and-a-half
‘n’ i put down three on ‘da arm
you’re talkin’ ’bout waps if you bust if you can’t put down smoke at a bar
ring, ring fire alarm
i bulldog and i bullfrog
a 4-4 and a small one
yamaha, yamaha 1
sip some juice at our lunch
italian food restaurant
sit down my italian platinum one
thick with a gorgeous b-m
hoodie on, handle ‘da mash wid’ gloves
shoot doe, awesome one
handle ‘da mash wid love
crash out and bruise, you mug
crash out wid gruesome guns
crashing out, everything’s awkward huh?
sorry, auntie, but your son was being a f-ckin’ stupid c-nt
free up t, dat’s chubbz
free up 9 ‘n’ stegz ‘n’ huss
free peela ‘n’ bandit
bma bandit, and jus
critical corn, dat’s erratic
doin’ up damage, don’t you run
rippin’ up more than your fabric
nah dat’s standard, punctured lungs
[verse 8: ts]
two in ‘da two shots, man know we were throwin’ dem things up
we weren’t even ridin’ when we caught my man lackin’ he still got chinged up
done it in public without no thinkin’
me ‘n’ ‘da bros don’t think much
done it in public, splash him in public, throw away ‘da thing dat’s been touched
pull up ‘n’ crash, dat’s why you scream crash
dem man ain’t crashin’ nothin’
man don’t crash cars, just call man crash
or we’re just splashin’ suttin’
how much time man step, how much man been cheffed
fam i swear i’ve lost count
doing up t house after a settin’
the gang sent h-lla shots round
me, peela ‘n’ bma, on the opp block, two pedsm man’s lurkin’
free peela ‘n’ bma, both of dem in the jailhouse; man’s hurtin’
most of my bros dem sittin’ in jail cells, cah they really put work in
just touch road from doin’ up jailhouse, now i finished dat verdict
still hittin’ up sales, bro’s still sittin’ in cells
been baggin’ up work, work get bag up on scales
don’t even know how much packs have my phone got rid of
feds on my team so much, ‘dey want all of my bros got rid of
[verse 9: rendo]
right now my life’s all nuts
but let me say one thing first
the opps dem ain’t on p-ss
and dey watch their friends get burst
talkin’ ’bout trapline rings
how many cats you served?
410 ‘ting, dat’s music
or a cg ting dat’s work
i’m in love wid’ ‘da two-pump shotgun, still make ‘da hand ‘ting work
fire two shots at a group
everybody run, disperse
talkin’ bout bro got splashed, your bro got splashed but he turned out worst
had ‘da rusty old wap in ‘da court, man run or you might get burst
had ‘da rusty old wap in ‘da court, man run or you might get burst
had ‘da rusty old wap in ‘da court, man run or you might get burst
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