Lyrics Mad About Bars - M Huncho

Understand?
It′s Kenny, all stars general
Bringing someone new
Cah you know we gotta supply the streets
Huncho, season two
Yo my dawg cut through

No, we never ever solo
My G that's a no-go
Got yaya in the bag
Its a no-go with my people
The flow is cold, that′s fro-zone
Man I'm way past the ozone
Man I'm way past the postcodes
I need the money, a truckload

I don′t really give a fuck though
Hating niggas, there′s a lot of those
Money, money over all the hoes
Sucky, sucky then she got to go
She's lucky, lucky, yeah she got the pole
Funny, funny when they had the doe
Now I′m laughing, laughing 'cause they going broke
Laughing, laughing ′cause they going broke

Now under arrest, I ain't paying no fine, I ain′t doing no life
I was out on the roads, I was tryna survive
My pops always telling me why
'Cause I been through some shit on the roads
These niggas are flying abroad
I was up in the city, the six is so pretty
No money, no money, I'm feeling so shitty

I was down but I′m up now
A boogie in the cut now
Free Milky, yeah he′s locked down
Cleveland, yeah we got brown
Got the Xanax and we got loud
Got the Xanax and we got loud
Hit my phone for that uptown
Hit the phone for that uptown

Had a good sale, I call him Charlie Feen
Two and a half's no Charlie Sheen
Big buds, ammo light green
Too charged up to be the socket, B
Ready, ready, ain′t no stopping me
Jump out your seats, no apology
Jump in the game, oh so properly
Giving out pills to the Xanny fiends

I just want all this money for family
Irrelevant people have doubted me
My G on my right and my left
That's Ramsey and Jamie they know how to handle beef
Well done with the hint of some pepper, no salad, please
Two summers ago yeah, I handled heat
Fell on my face, now I′m on my feet
My shoes are designer

They call me Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
Winter time, it's getting cold, I really, really need a burner
I pour up a four of the lean in the firmest
Smoke up and pour up and laugh at these clowns in the circus
My brudda got hella things you can purchase
Hella rocks like the surface

Gu-gu-guten tag, you in your German
Now you and your whip needs a service
We don′t do shit with no purpose
I need a yard fully furnished
I'm gonna stay the same person
Got the Grey and the Goose, the Canadian Goose
The sauce is hotter than the furnace
Kentucky to us with the kernels

Got the 'chette in my thermals
We′re really not into the verbal, I′m really not into the verbal
Really not into the verbal
Ay, I'm really not into the verbal
We′re really not into the verbal

That was wavy
M Huncho is the name
Makin' everything sound slick, I like that
So as we move on, let′s go on to gear two
Here's what I need you to do for me, my brudda

I need you to show the nation why they should listen to you
Cah you know, I know the waves
But the UK needs to know the waves
So where we takin′ it?
Mubz got Beats

Smoking pots and greens, listening to Potter Payper
Seven days, had no sleep, I'll have it later
'Cause I′m out here
Been on the roads, been grinding late hours
Trap scam and finesse, money′s got powers
But money's just a paper with a bitch′s face on it
Hit him with the knuckles, watch his friends turn Sonic

Ironic, I was playing pool, feds barged in
I had an eight ball in my pocket
I work for myself, one plug, no socket
Dick hurt her throat, had to tell her buy some lockets
Smoke, smoke, smoke, man I backstrap rockets
Pack came under, had to call up for the docket

I keep it steppy, don't want the 5-0 clockin′
5-0, big jacket, it's in one of twelve pockets
Chatty-patty people, gotta block it
Better check it
I′m a gorilla in the mist, that's no lie
Coming like Mist, 'cause I′m so high

Old beef, I let it all slide, new beef marinated
Yeah, yeah, I still cook right
Look, it′s gon' be alright
New year, new money, yeah it′s gon' be so fine
It′s gon' be so fine, it′s gon' be so fine, look

Where's the biscuits? I need to up my glucose
My shoes used to rip man, I used to rob Shoe Zone
I′m still breathing, I can′t complain
Once or twice a year I take a holiday
Look, but I'm still out on these streets
Kill two birds with one, I′d rather kill them with three
Used to shot hard, playlist on repeat
Gave it all up 'cause these feds had me deep

20% chip, 80% weed, 0% heart, 100% dick to this chick
Feelings and fuckerys, nah I ain′t into them shits
I ain't into them shits
If you see Hunch then Joseph ain′t far
If you see YB, Huncho's in the car
Hunch dont buy the bar
Hunch will buy the trap
Hunch will consign a nine and he'll never run it back, no way

Nah, he′ll never run it back no way
Nah, he′ll never run it back no way
Nah, he'll never run it back no way
Hunch will consign a nine and he′ll never run it back

Huncho, you doin' ′em dirty like that?
Sick
Mubz got Beats
Mixtape Man it's the call to UK
We still rockin′, it's Kelly, wassup
Over and out