Mad About Bars Part 1

Opps can't fuck with da thug

We made the Tridents come

More time it's a Niner ting

I been that silent one

Opps can't fuck with da thug

We made the Tridents come

More time it's a Niner ting

I been that silent one

More time I've been complacent

But when bro got dropped

Fuck all the guap

I stepped out with no hesitation

Man lurk from the public station

Slow down 'cause there ain't no mistaking

And I've been tryna rake this cake in

You can never hold it down like man, 'cah my life's been aching

Police on my nuts it's fucked

Earnt that luck, cases bruck

Opps can't fuck with da thug

We made the Tridents come

And dis one look like an undie

Nuh, we dont supply that drug

In fact, do I look like a mug?

Word, man, rock on my stainless tucked

We don't do this monkey bar ting

Fence and get chinged

Bag that work with the latex on, the rack will come in

Again and again, the racks will come in

OT blingin', the phone keeps ringing

Circle your block, pop doors get chinging

Fuck dem opps, for the boy dem singing

That prick had a vicious dipping

How many nights had to bake in the Bando to get that guap?

I flew OT tryna lick that stain, so we hit that spot

Bag dat up, and serve 'dem dots

Opps can't mock 'bout guap

Man push work a lot

My old school gyal love the way man rock

Man flex on a bae like, "What?"

And true say man crept to the top

Hustle for days, I learnt both ways

Plug for the shape and the crops

It look like I come out the gym and I shot (Whoof)

Look like I come out the gym and I shot

Listen

There's too much chat on the street

I've been itching to write man off

Bro got juice on my favourite shirt, so I burnt that top

Work that chef like it's Novikov

I've been on bail for the longest, more time Boydem gob

Man just sit in the dock, get released and I don't look bov'

The cops like; "How did he do that job?"

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Lets do this Mad About Bars: Season three