Bar 4 Bar lyrics

[Intro: GrindHard E]
Yeah, alright
Yeah
Jay, this what we doin'?
(Dang, Overeasy, you made another one?)

[Verse 1: GrindHard E & YN Jay]
Weed so sticky on my hands, it feel like tree sap
I'm in the woods posted with a stick like a tree branch
Just jumped in the water, you just now gettin' your feet wet
Water on my neck blind a b*tch, made her seasick
Five percent tint around the whip, you can't see sh*t
They told me if I didn't go to school, I wouldn't be sh*t
Did some bullsh*t and prayed to God, I had to repent
They say "Coochie" need a part two, I dropped a remix
You ain't smokin' exotic weed, why you smokin' all that cheap sh*t?
Free JE, free Ri, free Dee Rich

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz, KrispyLife Kidd & YN Jay]
If I fall off off of rap, I'ma hit a lick
Fancy n*gga dressed the noodles up with a beef stick
We finna box the opps in like a deep-dish
I ain't stalkin', but I'm outside the window on some creep sh*t
My right hand Mike Tyson, bro, I sleep sh*t
Got the b*tch pus*y goin'— on some queef sh*t
I don't f*ck with weird-ass rapper, you on Meek sh*t
I'ma cut him with testers, I'm a fiend chaser
Blew that n*gga brains in the air, I'm a dream chaser
Spray a n*gga whole pound with terps, I'm a weed maker
I cut a n*gga lean with a machete, I'm a lean maker
Pulled up with that boom bing (Damn), bing banger (Alright)
[Verse 3: YN Jay & GrindHard E]
I took my pants to Mrs. Kera, she a jean maker
b*tch sellin' pus*y, they think we made her
Pass a b*tch to the whole squad, she a team player
I caught a blunt, smokin' on Hibachi mixed with three flavors
Burned a n*gga body to the ashes, I'm finna cremate him
Almost killed a n*gga playin' both sides, but I didn't 'cause he a peacemaker
Build a b*tch up, break her down, start over, then remake her
n*ggas askin' 'bout spice talkin', I'm the creator

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz & KrispyLife Kidd]
n*gga tried to run from the Drac', I shot all ankles
Beat my b*tch ass in the closet, hit her with all hangers
Bro said he gon' catch a body when he get off papers
Young n*gga took his whole advance, bought all bangers
I just hit this b*tch on cam' from all angles
Feel like John Wick with the blick, shot from all angles
I feel like John Cena, I'm wearin' jean shorts
Nasty n*gga, serve a gram, then make the fiend squirt
I just drunk a whole six, I gotta lean burp
Tryna celebrate the win, I threw all my team Percs