Bars Of Death lyrics

[Eskiip]

Eskiip and ox n*gga we don’t play
Pushing out weight err day
Cuff yo’ chick, before she, give that oral forplay

Dirty b*tch throw, her out like a tissue
Give her dope di*k 1 time screaming out I miss you
Eskiip b*tch, heres a tissue

Wipe my kids up off ya face
White stuff I ain't talking bout tooth-paste

Glock make you jump, kris cross, shoe lace
Girl gripping on my piece
While im busting on her bobbies [ahhhh]

Who’s he, n*gga that eskiip
Rhyming on beat

I like, a freak in the streets
A freak in the sheets

Do what ever, cause Im a real n*gga
A trill n*gga from Virginia thou

So I gotta keep it trill for
All my hood n*ggas, and my good looking women

Down with me since the beginning
Ain't tryna hop on deck when im making millions

Eskiip and ox n*gga we the realest
Fa-f*ck ya feelings

Getting that green and the cabbage
You know that I'mma spend it

See this real sh*t, its real raw and it’s real rap
I know some n*ggas that claim they from the streets but never seen or bust a strap
All my n*ggas got choppas like biker club
Get tampons ready if you want war
You leaking blood, im the sh*t, toilet bowl. Eskiip the new bomb C4

You never touch keys n*ggas, C-Note
Rewind that, and go deep back, im different from these other cats

Cut from a different cloth, you don’t live what you rap n*gga, that fiction [huh]
Im what the games been missing
Yall the BGC club all b*tches

Snapbacks, give a n*gga fresh looks
Im fly balling westbrookes

Punchlines hitting like a right hook
Money thick, something like a textbook

Ox gang nothing above that
Rapping all the time cause you know a n*gga love that

I can make it rain
b*tch but I make it flood b*tch
But it’s like snow, cause I gotta shovel it

Im back in this b*tch once again
Swagga mean, has no friends
Eyes red, veins of the devil advocate
Racks on racks im stacking it

Eskiip murding this beat
Ya wife I beat it, young mike Jackson
Deep in the pus*y, so im laughing

Ass so fat, so I gotta grab it
Smack it, smashed it, pass it off to ox gang so he kan hit it

n*ggas copy style that gay boii
Got my own style im original

Eskiip killing yall funeral. Eskiip im signing out

[Ox]
It's slaughter house but its word of mouth
Lyrics like shells so ima load the rounds
n*ggas spittin stupid so ima loan the rounds
Sending n*ggas up cause I don't hold em down
I ain't f*ckin with yah n*ggas yah some real snakes
Actin in doc*mentries that's real fake
But I betchu ain't get it tho
Sinking it might take a min tho
You a Real dumb n*gga stuck on how come n*gga
Real di*k head don't know how it work n*gga
Yous a clown to a n*gga court jester
Envy the crown on a n*gga
Im the best of
Any n*gga you might compare me too
Chastity belt Im unf*ckwitable
n*ggas spittin shyt somebody else rote
At yah neck Sharp words cut throat
Oh yea I did it, you start the shyt and I finish

No name to the face when I body bag a n*gga
Gone b4 the ER no bringing back a niga
No use for a trigger these bar serve his dinner
This verse be the killa
Never wrote nuttin realla

Shells filled em no room for dessert
Life on the edge get em pushed for the work
Educate a n*gga get a push in his work
Give em back to earth
Cover em in dirt