Explaining The Bars lyrics
by Teejayx6
[Intro]
Everybody getting high this my type of-
[Verse]
Everybody getting high this my type of party
Smoke so much exotic I be getting higher than Bob Marley
A n*gga try to sneak in my crib I got barbwire
Scammed a white actor who played a voice on Bob's Burgers
Bunch a n*ggas try to come and rob me caught 5 murders
Posting pictures on my juug page and caught 5 sales
I see you in the club with your boys, where the females?
I think this n*gga Gucci sweater fake, where the details?
Off-brand designer sweater on, where the G at?
Came to your city now I'm asking where the weed at?
The police took my last one I need to buy a new Mac
Had sex with your b*tch she went to the doctor to get a new back
(Like that b*tch... f*ckin'... broke her sh*t)
You showing me some methods but I already used those
He showed me some bins but I already had them
Screaming R.I.P his brother but I already killed him
I like when that b*tch give me head she got a long tongue
Guns start singing like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Bullets rang out he got hit up in his artery
I got a light skin b*tch she look like the real [?]
Got drunk yesterday so now my gun missing
How you miss that bullet? Go to the gun range
Blowing on exotic I like to call this propane
Smacked my lil' brother cuz he smoking cocaine
Moncler jacket this b*tch white as cocaine
Met this b*tch and told her I don't got no name
He don't wanna die he need to stay in his lane
f*cked a n*gga b*tch and she said he's lame
(That n*gga lame as hell)
Play it from the top!
I'm riding in the car playing Roddy Ricch, The Box
f*cked this n*gga b*tch then I put her in the box
AR-15 it'll leave you in the... (Like I put that b*tch in the box)
One more time, they let me out of jail but I did one more crime
If you ain't got the money don't give me the run-a-round
Made him get scared with my strap and made him run around
They say I went mainstream I'm still underground
But that's only because I could rap with other styles
I always had drip I don't never need no stylist
And I never had to stress cuz I know the money piling
Forged signature they can tell by my handwriting
I think he a girl he got good handwriting
Throwing money in the club this sh*t got my hand tired
I'm writing a new verse this sh*t got my hand on fire
Got in to it with my mans cuz I found out he's a liar
(Like that n*gga's a liar that n*gga is cappin')
Since you wanna be famous I'mma put you on a flyer
Cook a n*gga ass put him in a deep frier
(Cook that n*gga cook the sh*t out his ass)
Scammer go legit this sh*t really undecided
I'mma still call my brother if we ever get divided
I'm bout to drop a whole mixtape with Undefined!
And I'mma scam a n*gga from the price is right
I could sell you a method if the price is right!
My brother called with a BoA it made my night!
So I'm 'bout to drop the check and stay up all tonight!
(Like I'm 'bout to stay up all night... alright keep that!)
[Outro]
They thought that I was bout to end the song but I came back
Yo b*tch said she was bout to leave then she came back!
Then I killed and tied her body up and left it on the train tracks
I'm smoking on some fire ass weed called Trainwreck
Lot of n*ggas f*cking up this sh*t bring the game back
Snatched his jewelry at the show he was screaming "Bring my chain back!"