Mad About Bars 2nd & 3rd Track lyrics

[2nd Song:]
Yeah they wanna know, yeah they wanna know (Aye)

Yeah they wanna know‚ got word on the road
Everyone knows your the baddest in town
Hatti bring that ass round‚ take it to the gram
Let them n*ggas know it's about to go down
When she walks in them jeans‚ hot girl of the crisp
Wasit figure 8 I back it and please
Tell me how you move like that
Tell me how you back that back aye

Stress, don't know who she's tryna impress
Man I love the way she flex 'cah she badder than bad, uh
Her mans always mad when she text 'cah she knows I'm up next
Got her hooked like jab‚ wait
Problems will come if a n*gga try touch my queen
Grab my keys, uh
Damn I'm in the mood for some - so baby come follow me to my room, my room‚ my room, my room, my room, my room, my room
They boy there, top goons and that's the truth but trust I'll see them soon

Yeah they wanna know, got word on the road
Everyone knows your the baddest in town
Hatti bring that ass round, take it to the gram
Let these n*ggas know it's about to go down
When she walks in them jeans, hot girl of the crisp
Waist figure 8 I back it and please
Tell me how you move like that
Tell me how you back that back aye
[3rd Song]
They judge kids like me with only two pathways as I were dead or in jail, f*ck that imma change that sh*t
I'm a young black n*gga in the hood but I'm bright as hell
I can never watch my n*gga there fight are you f*cking dumb? I'm fighting aswell
Mo-Mo-Motivation for association get your chest blown out with shells
Moving like it is compelled, just grind don't speak cause the clock runs yeah the clock runs time waits for no one
No fine lines here it's a robbery if my n*gga hears that a n*gga there's got funds
Take time when you grip that heat, 'cah you know these streets 'cah I'm hotter than crossed buns
Yeah I'm crying and I weep for my lost ones never really know what you've got till you've lost some
Yeah I'm tryna go east so the money don't end I ain't tryna go debt like a Carter
Skr Skr driving move faster, park up
Jump up back it and beat that Larma
Ask on my mums life it's unisex (huh) cause she's also my father
So I warn my di*khead of a father, that there's sutin called bloodclart karma

Didn't wanna know me now they really wanna know me
I got n*ggas out the rome screaming that they wanna soak me
Never been in poverty loosing my n*ggas got to me
f*cking up my baby mummy more than their life it's pottery
Sitting on a corner thinking f*ck I could be next till the big man above told me son don't stress
Talking real sh*t like I was wire, liar
Getting wood shaved for that backchat, yes

Pull it out the gunna so be S gram Percy
Fat boy f*cks with the feds like curby
Send 3 opps to my spot that's calm
You can hold a white wash there I personally
Don't rate these b*tches they're all venom
Twos on girls give neck why you peck em
Lesson, if they get around in seconds n*ggas tapped or beem make the pus*yhole call like Beckham