Текст песни PTS - Bareman

Lit like a strobe yeah yeah
Grab the control
Grab the control
Think its a game
Then you push start to go
We on the road
Lit like a strobe
Settle the bill
Cos i act like the GOAT
Up on the boat
Yea we Got us a stove
We breaking the bread
Like the boy got the loaf
Stick with my spirits
Like i speak to ghosts
We flipping the packs
Like the gainers on coast
I pray for that total
The church at the store
Lil momma be christian
I got her dior
Put my money right up where my mouth is
Dropped a couple thousands on the floor
The couple dysons and a couple c 4
They tryna sneak in
Like i didnt even know
See em leeching in
Tryna find the keys
Like they known
Where i put em before
Cut em out like an ex
And they coming for more
When I deal with my stress
I make life my decor
I just do what I want and
They ask me what for
Cos I got me 8 pockets
Aint gotta say more
Imma ask you again
Who you wanna send for
They aint ready for gore
That comes with an m4
Now Got my account looking like a rapport
Want the only event here
My aventador
When I set it all
They didnt wanna believe me
And now we in this bitch
Niggas they cant see me
Covered in my smoke
Now its getting kinda steamy
Bars straight from a vandal
Got em written in graffiti
Talk about a struggle
I aint looking for a praise
Gotta be a boss
I give myself a fucking raise
Fire my successor
Cos he slowing down the lane
Kinda shit you gotta change
Just to never be the same
Asked me if im pro
And i just said im methazine
Done a couple look books
On a couple magazine
Should have wrote a cookbook
Start inflating up the scene
Imma drop a currency
For all my customers to clean
Like the gallons of the bleach
I hit a stain out on a beach
I aint looking for that puzzle
I aint looking for that peace
Yea you know i found them notes
Know I gotta keep the c s
Know the bars are paraffin
And the beats are kerosene
Yeah we all about that food
But we looking pretty lean
Imma keep setting the bar
You gon feed my self esteem
Shit might give a lil kick
Maybe some adrenaline
Now my neighbour horsing round
Gottem talkin ketamine
Got them vvs looking nice
But imma tell the kids i'm mean
Done a couple bad things
What i do is what i mean
I been burning down the studio
Since i was 17
I be burning up the z
Since saw em in the trees
We dont know how to stop it
You know yo boy still be cropping
Smoking them bats
And you know we be robin
All on my back
On the low like im squatting
They called it a sweep
But i really be mopping
I do it so often
Cos they keep on flocking
Might got the office
And block all their logins
Cant give em an option
To see what im plotting
Wont give them a warning
I gotta keep scoring
Im up in the morning
My shit still recording
I switched up the number
Cos money keep calling
I Give em that thunder
You know it be pouring
I got me a foreign
And she like performing
She say im a gift
But i know im rewarding
The ops wanna serve and
The snitch still reporting
I got my own back so
So who you be supporting
Grab the control
Think its a game
Then you push start to go
We on the road
Lit like a strobe
Settle the bill
Cos i act like the goat
Grab the control
Think its a game
Then you push start to go
We on the road
Lit like a strobe
Settle the bill
Cos i act like the goat