Bars lyrics

[Intro]
Turn Up (Chief, Chief)
Burn Up (Loud, Loud)
Man up (what)
Band up (what)

[Verse]
I got my cooker on me
Don't make me cook it homie
Yeah I f*cked yo' b*tch, and yo' little sister on me
I just met the b*tch, she acting like she know me
First I touch the water, then chill with me Roadie
Anti-f*ckboy Tell 'em free my brodie
I'm smoking dope boy, call it Zach and Cody
The loudest pack and codeine
b*tch I'm ballin' six rings
I got the hardest 16's
MuBu bands 816
I got the juice you Rahiem
Leave you wacked on the scene
Big ass clips like a movie, I just might let off a scene
sh*t I let off 15, and I still got 16
b*tch I'm King, I'm Supreme
Yeah I'm Good like Protein
And Ballin' Rogaine
And my ex my ex b*tch, cause she was f*cking no names
And that ain't cool, that sh*t lame
That sh*t cray, ye' and Jay
My new b*tch call me Bae
And I be calling her b*tches
She be rolling my swishas
Sometime she hold my pistol
And I'm fly as a missle
Well me I'm offcial, and they artificial
Make me load magazines, and make sure you get yo' issue
These n*ggas funny they tickle
I get money, get b*tches
Do some shows, do some features
Pour some purple, smoke reffa
MuBu L's for the reapa'
I go ham my flow eat ya'
I got the potion, no beaka'
That'll go in yo' speaka'
Yo' ho look like a keepa', I just wanna di*k feed her
Give her back when I'm finished
Smoke a pack till I'm finished
R.I.P to the fallen, M.O.B hold no fallen
I be love-not-at-all'in
Hear these f*ck n*ggas talkin', But the money keep callin'
And my gang MuBu, We addicted to ballin'
I'm addicted to dope, I'm addicted to shrimp
My b*tches think I'm pimp, so I think I'm a pimp
I'm a mac bite my apple, I hang with tickets no raffel
Im such a f*cking boss, I should have a statue
And since I'm the king I'm 'bout to get me a castle
And I don't fight at all, I got a semi that wrestle
And yo b*tch gave me dome, I told her give me that ass too
Talkin' 'bout I'm a boss
Wanna get on a song go tell them how much I cost
I reak of dope at my meetings, and I get paid for greetings
Got them gooines at parties, Shoot up sh*t before leavin'
Leave you bleedin', No breathin'
b*tch I'm eating still cravin'
No longer foucsed on millions, I'm trynna build up like J-Pad
b*tch real as no faking, Maserati we rakin'
Smokin' dope, my eyes asian
I'm so high in the clouds, everydays a vaction
n*ggas say they get money, spend heavy rotation
I be medicain tastin', stupid gas what I'm facing
b*tches smoke like I laced it
We could f*ck if they bad, they suckin' di*k if they basic
Tell sercuity they b*tches don't give a f*ck cause I'm wasted
Catch me louie dark shaded, Baning up call it made it
Washed up n*ggas is faded, I'm with yo b*tch getting Jay'ded
I just write it and lay it, get it out and they play it
n*ggas leave me alone and find somebody to play wit'