Barz ft. No Sleep Leek Lyrics

(I got bars)

(Uhh, yeah)

I got bars

Bitch, don't mess with me I'll mix it with them xans

In the mountains, on the beach of foreign lands

Smoking gas, straight out the pack, of Pakistan

I need a band I hit a lick

A pack to stand

Don't get me

Twisted

I could learn your name, forget it

Smoking turbo, press the gas and then we dipping,

Bitch I'm big baby

Pimpin

Make me drop it, when I got it

Like it's hot, an now the whole block want it

In the ghost, just like it's haunted (I mean)

Smoking ghost just like it's chronic (I mean)

Now I got bitches on my dick but they been hoppin I mean

Now all my clothes straight to Linen, ouu the seams but I mean

Now I could do it by myself so all my friends just don't mean

(Uhh)

Just don't mean...

(Uhh, Uhh)

Yeah I got jits all on the block, and they be hittig licks

Throw a P up, smokin reefer

Hide myself behind the kick

Bouncin' out they ounce, I got the pack we never runnin' out

Fuck the sack up, get the bag up

Back up, coming from the south

We down to bounce

(Uhh) Yeah, We down to pounce

(Yeah)

Riding with the stick, I'm in the phantom (Uhh)

Drop another stick inside the fanta (Uhh)

Choppa with the dick, it's everlastin

Never making sense, don't be dramatic now

I just hit a lick, we goin platinum (Uhh)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fucking up the bitch, I'm gonna bag em up

Riding on the beat, we toe taggin (Uhh)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Never getting beat, we everlasting (Uhh)

Don't be dramatic

I got bars

Bitch, don't mess with me I'll mix it with them xans

In the mountains, on the beach of foreign lands

Smoking gas, straight out the pack, of Pakistan

I need a band I hit a lick

A pack to stand

Don't get me

Counting peso, pesos

Drunk off the liquor

Cutting niggas off like my hands are made of scissors

Ice on my neck, man I feel like a blizzard

She be acting out, go ahead and dismiss her

Tired of you niggas, thinking imma lick or sum

Tired of you niggas thinking I'm on soft shit

You cough shit, we rob shit, take caution

(Yuh, yuh, yuh)

Yeah, I'm fucking on your daughter (Yuh)

I'm yo' daddy not ya' father, yeah

You want some beef? Time to slaughter ya'

You a baby, you a toddler, yeah (Baby boy)

Yeah, it's time for me to boss up, yeah (Boss up, yeah)

I'm not ya' bud, not ya' partner, yeah (Bitch we not friends)

Bet my cars, just broke down damn

And the money went to token, yeah (All the cash)

Bitch I'm cold, yes I'm frozen, yeah (Elsa)

And I'm ballin' like I'm Carter, yeah (Swish)

Yeah, platinum like Carter, yeah (That wheezy)

And I'm fucking on your daughter, yeah (She gettin' wet)

And baby I am not the father, yeah (Not the daddy)

(Uhh, yeah)

I got bars

Bitch, don't mess with me I'll mix it with them xans

In the mountains, on the beach of foreign lands

Smoking gas, straight out the pack, of Pakistan

I need a band I hit a lick

A pack to stand

Don't get me

Twisted

I could learn your name, forget it

Smoking turbo, pressed the gas and then we dipping,

Bitch I'm big baby

Pimpin

Make me drop it, when I got it

Like it's hot, an now the whole block want it

In the ghost, just like it's haunted (I mean)

Smoking ghost just like it's chronic (I mean)

Now I got bitches on my dick but they been hoppin I mean

Now all my clothes straight to Linen, ouu the seams but I mean