Mad About Bars - S4-E30 PT 1

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