Lyrics Mad About Bars - S4-E30 PT 1 - OFB

It's the one you've all been waiting for
We've been preeing the comments
And we took our time
(Ghosty)
But when it's Mad About Bars
It's always worth the wait
Yo, yo, yo

I had dreams 'bout being in the-
My older siblings wouldn't let me shine
They told me I couldn't ride
I thought it was fine but then I just lost my mind
I started lurking for time, throwin' bare gang signs
In the field, just me and my slime
Bare gunman that will air out bine
Critical, still won't leave him fine

Bad B, bruck your back and tek' time
Back of the dance, wan' give me a wine
Yo, this leng ting's mine
It's not a surprise, she's throwin' it back for time
Same height as a dots on my thighs
But she reminds me of-
She keeps tellin' me lies
Bare butterflies when she's talking to my guys

Pull up on man and I'll blast' man's rarted
Bark it, all of my brothers'll blast it
Clart it, see this coupe and they're darting
Rarted, trip up and drop, that's casket
Let me get that, man's tellin', not askin'
Bad B shut your mouth and just arch it
Pull up on blocks, my name's not tarnished-
Should've got it through his glasses

I scratch my head when I watch their vids
Like, you've been chinged and you've been chinged
Twist this Rambo right in your skin
Jump out on yutes, watch corn get flinged
Shit, buck in to gang, just sprint
Feds ask questions, I don't know a thing
Lean out quick, double tap this bitch
If a man get chinged, I'll burn all my kicks

Shank on me, just circled twice
But I didn't see nuttin' but jakes
Bake, ain't safe cah I soon make everyone skate
She's like, "Kay, when we going on a date?"
Not today, T house, got grub on my plate
Yo, the mash just jammed, fuck sake
Still carry the glide 'cause I got my blade

Grace, shotty come long like Grace
Half it-half it so it comes in the rave
'Scuse me babe, but I'm Bandokay
Real badman from the Farm estate
Ay, let me get one thing straight
Don't be in the - when it's night, broad day
Ay, let me get one thing straight
Don't be in the - when it's night, broad day

Shoot, shoot, ay, broski shoots
Spin that block, ay, who's that yute?
Encounter with gang and then change their route
When three car doors get popped in the two
Red man's shirt like Winnie the Pooh
Me in the back and SJ too
Pop up on man like peek-a-boo
And they run for their life when they see this coupe

Oh please, oh please, the shotgun sneeze
Double Lz, I'm playing for keeps
Get two, get three, this browning's neat
Hold the wap if you really love me
Jump out in threes and their heartbeats freeze
When the gang tryna red tape scenes
Dump off, tryna mek man bleed
That opp done legs when he saw the