mo $leezy - no hold bars v2 lyrics
[intro]
it’s over for you
version b
right now
let’s get it
[verse 1: mo $leezy]
drg against fruitcake kingz, that’s an easy win
throwin shots after shots, watch me make it in the bin
like russell westbrook, i’m scorin 23
i’ma have you like your favorite player d rose
down on your knees
see i’m part of the incredibles my n-gga
throw a car, leave you like syndrome, snagged and shredded my n-gga
aye “champ” i heard john cena likes givin you backshots
adjust you att-tude stfu ‘for my belt get some crack shots
moppin y’all blood on the floor, call me mr. swiffer
catchin multiple bodies today, larry eyler
[verse 2: mo $leezy]
the “d” is silent, especially when jason f-cks you
a life ended today, lemme get ya mom some tissues
kratos pack yo bags ‘for i get my n-gga thanos
i’ma keep coming for you like i’m chasin pesos
see he a dead man now, call him jack sparrow
snipe you, found you slippin in the dark, b-tch i’m green arrow
comparing flopcake 3 to drc, man that’s like tyga to meek milly
mo $leezy with the lyricism, make you do your research
next time you come at my tape, i’ma take yo -ss to church
sha practicin sagavism, that n-gga be havin spasms
two against however many, we’ll body you ’till the chicks get -rg-sms
[verse 3: mo $leezy]
(level up)
listen, i’m on ma ip man sh-t
bruce lee, man he can’t even compare to this
no hold on my bars, like a headlock
and yo b-tch don’t even f-ck with dreadlocks
i’ma shoot you with the mac, this sh-t’s secondary
when you dead, the headlines’ll read ‘oh b-tch you wary”
you don’t wanna c me in the dark, cuz i’m bl–dy mary
messiah, i’ma punch you in yo sh-t
knock yo t–th out somebody call the tooth fairy
justin, you ugly -ss n-gga
you remind me of that pet off phineas and ferb
(oh there you are perry)
i’m in bed witcha girl, she singin like mariah carey
she bounced on me like a spring, grinded slow like a ferry
h-rnet kingz, what kind of wack -ss name is that?
i’ll grab my flyswatter, get rid of you gnats
[intermission]
ayo $ha take over real quick bruh
it’s your turn
[verse 4: $ha mula]
ma squad nun but k!llas
n-ggas is straight gorillas
bodies layin across the floor
my mind went out the door
messiah gon regret the day he ever challenged me
i swear these n-ggas lookin like a f-ckin clown to me
pull up bars down like n-ggas in the street
why these p-ssy n-ggas always tryna play with me
f-ck you and ya whole crew
f-ck ya girl like a real n-gga post to
my team they down to ride
my team down to hustle
my n-ggas f-ck with me when it come to br-ss knuckles
my n-ggas the greatest
my n-ggas the latest
yall p-ssy n-ggas mad just cuz yall ain’t made it
i’m breakin ankles like d rose
i get buckets from [?] i can tell his girl he was on the d low
k!ll you and ya whole fleet
comin down em harder than the east coast and west coast beef
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