2 Minutes of Barz Lyrics

Bitch I ain't the type to go on no dinner date

I'm the type to fuck on that bitch face

Like Lil Wayne in 08' I stay with this Drake

30 clip in my K, 30K In my safe

Glizzy on me make em' Nae Nae

Hop out, spray spray

Now that nigga running like day-day

Rap ass nigga snitch on the gang like Treyway

Imma do the race like Tay-K

And I'm still trying to maintain

'Cause I ain't got rich yet and I want me a plain Jane

This bitch off a molly, she ain't even know that a perc and a roxy the same thing

Damn, she geeked

Damn, this hoe for the street

Damn, this chopper I bought was cheap, I hope it don't jam on me

Fuck it I know it's gon' blow if it don't then I'm taking it back to the store

I might give the strap to little bro

He give me an O, I told him fasho

That nigga talk to the feds for real

That nigga he scared, for real

Play with the gang leave him dead, for real

That nigga straight bitch he ain't ever really went on no drills

Only shit these niggas pop is pills

How many of your opps got killed

How many diamonds in your watch ain't real

How many times your broke ass skip a meal

Got this bitch mad now she grabbing the wheel

Shut the fuck up hoe just sit back and chill

Lean in my cup holder I popped a seal

Smokin' on kill like Bill

Still independent I ain't signed no deal

LMT pendant, they ask if it's real

Well tell all these niggas I spent a few bills

So I could have ice on my neck just to give me some chills

So I could be flooded with rocks

So niggas know that it's big Huncho when I'm on the block

We kick in your front door no need for no locks

Extended clip on this chop, can't miss a shot

B-Rip might relapse

If he get the drop to your spot where you be at

One call we'll be back, finna turn this Fiat to a stolo, where the keys at

Riding with the seat back

Niggas keep dropping wack shit like damn where the heat at

Walk a nigga down like I need that

It ain't shit to get a nigga wacked, like three racks

Hold up, I spent a check on these shoes

It ain't shit to come through and just step on these dudes

Breaking news, my tape coming soon

I do my little dance and she like how I move

My neck like a pool

My whip ain't got room

But when it go vroom I skirt off and zoom

I been an ape since I came out the womb

Bricksquad, bitch I'm a goon

Rap ass nigga, you Love and Hip-Hop, Kidz Bop

I done ran through 'bout six Glocks

Can't fit my stick in this, I need a big box

Empty the clip watch him beatbox just like a TikTok

Chopper bullet ricochet, that's a trick shot

This pistol caught more bodies than my damn dick got

You better be worried 'bout paying your rent not beefing with me 'cause I been hot