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Barz II
by D-E2Loud
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They checking my fashion
Niggaz be lacking
Stay wit my ratchet
Know Ima clap it
Why I talk gangsta
You think this actin
Nigga come crash in
You gon get blasted
Glock automatic
Extendos and ladders
50 round drum
You think I’m dumb
You know where I’m from
Double my E’s
Hollows in pistols
We bangin' our gun
We spin round that corner
You know you a goner
We pulling up on em
We let it rip on em
Them thirty shits hitting eem
Dummies gon sit in em
Movin eem differently
Fuck would you mention me
PivotallyI posted at the point
Catch a opp slippin'
That’s another joint
Put eem in a backwood
Then roll eem up
Nigga I never really gave a fuck
Nigga my hamma on hip
I be banging that shit
Said it’s from rap
Put the stones in my wrist
It ain’t bout money
Won’t answer the shit
I be the man watch me
Dance in this bitch
What ever I say know
I’m m standing on it
Go get ya mans
Nigga he could get hit
My gun got no brain
It don’t care in this bitch
Extensions it came wit long hair that’s the clip
40’s and nines the FN got the grip
Front eem a pack put eem on strip
Fuck hoes it’s money to get
You can’t pay the rent without money to spend
Niggaz be jackin' ain’t flowing like this
Painted the picture my flow it exist
Husky chain diamonds dancing
Clear the way let my mans in
When niggaz talk I can’t stand it
Shoot the 40 under handed
Bang my gun til it’s empty
Look Brahzz don’t offend me
Fuck that nigga
Who sent eem
I don’t know eem
Gotta spin eem
They checking my fashion
Niggaz be lacking
Stay wit my ratchet
Know Ima clap it
Why I talk gangsta
You think this actin
Nigga come crash in
You gon get blasted
Glock automatic
Extendos and ladders
50 round drum
You think I’m dumb
You know where I’m from
Double my E’s
Hollows in pistols
We bangin' our gun
We spin round that corner
You know you a goner
We pulling up on em
We let it rip on em
Them thirty shits hitting eem
Dummies gon sit in em
Movin eem differently
Fuck would you mention me
PivotallyI posted at the point
Catch a opp slippin'
That’s another joint
Put eem in a backwood
Then roll eem up
Nigga I never really gave a fuck
Nigga my hamma on hip
I be banging that shit
Said it’s from rap
Put the stones in my wrist
It ain’t bout money
Won’t answer the shit
I be the man watch me
Dance in this bitch
What ever I say know
I’m m standing on it
Go get ya mans
Nigga he could get hit
My gun got no brain
It don’t care in this bitch
Extensions it came wit long hair that’s the clip
40’s and nines the FN got the grip
Front eem a pack put eem on strip
Fuck hoes it’s money to get
You can’t pay the rent without money to spend
Niggaz be jackin' ain’t flowing like this
Painted the picture my flow it exist
Husky chain diamonds dancing
Clear the way let my mans in
When niggaz talk I can’t stand it
Shoot the 40 under handed
Bang my gun til it’s empty
Look Brahzz don’t offend me
Fuck that nigga
Who sent eem
I don’t know eem
Gotta spin eem
