Behind Barz

Blacked out whip, Audi A5
A vest and a nina tryna stay alive
That nigga ain’t on it, I can read his eyes
I’ll pop him like a wheelie nigga, feed him five
Goodfella Snap turn a nigga ghost
I be in a Golf tryna stash some coke
Sleeping with his bitch, fucking killed them both
I don’t take orders nigga, okey doke?
I’m driving through East with my stick on me
Playing marbs with a broad from Sicily
Russian Roulette with two TEC’s
Snap Capone, ladies man, Hugh Hef
Clothes Italiano, bitch Ciao Bella
Nigga talking cheese, nigga mozzarella
I’m in the X6, fuck your ex bitch
Darg your ex bitch, that’s my ex bitch
Entry roof darg, no exit
Headshot, head rock, TEC spit
Fiend yard, tell a cat test this
VIP spot nigga, guest list
I know killers on the run facing life akh
Keep the big .45 in my man bag
I’m with my little nigga Little Z
We don’t run from shit darg, we run the streets
Last nigga stepped out of line I gave him six
I’ve robbed niggas in life cause no one ever gave me shit
I’m strapped with a MAC, still paro as fuck
The .357 makes your marrow lift up
Mini MAC-11 and a white vest
I’m in the white Range with YF
Who wants beef? Who wants a piece of sidebreast?
I’ll shoot him in his face till he’s eyeless
AG jeans, clock the monogram
I’m in the 5 Series playing Hollowman
I’ll buy my own guns, I don’t borrow fam
I left that nigga dead, no sorrow fam
Niggas on my back for a mixtape
A box of buj, caine and mixed tape
It came short by seven grams
I’ma send my link up to Heaven fam
I light the place up like seven lamps
And I don’t care if he’s with seven man
I’m still distributing to clienteles
Just copped the nina with three hundred rhino shells
I done three years, you couldn’t do a night in jail
I got these Jordans before they were out on sale
Long-sleeved Cashmere polo
Mask on my face, Zorro
Five shots to his torso
Six in his neck, guaranteed death (Khalas)
I told your pussy that this shit’s real
.35 spinning like a windmill
I don’t play games, spray the trey deuce
Chest shot nigga, face two
I’m bad boy Snap nigga, blaze who?
Little Z and Little G shoot his face short
I’m getting mad brains in the grey coupe
Bitch all faded off of Grey Goose
Hear my nigga Reekz in the 5 Series
Take a shot, no insulin, no diabetes
Twenty bag cash in my wardrobe
I’m strapped with a MAC, the hood’s a warzone
Up close and personal, yeah it’s war nigga
Headshot, see the morgue nigga
Two hundred and fifty grams, put it all in pebs
Spend money on guns nigga, fuck your sket
Rolling round Wooly, Trey and a hoodie
Ounces to boxes, nigga I’m that juggy
Shoot him in his chest, blow his heart out his back
I’m strapped, me and RE and Blackz in the trap
Days on this wave when my nigga’s been remand
I’ll cock it and pull it, make the MAC scream
Yeah, let it sing like Blackstreet
I’ll turn a crop yard to a factory
The clip’s all full like a battery
Niggas strapped, arms out no taxi
Bitch ass niggas get taxed G
Got work in the project, M.A.B yes
In school you was a prefect
Snap Capone squeezed ten
Deal with the cards you was dealt nigga
You’re standing on your own, no help nigga
I’ve got that white boy, Tommy Hilfiger
Ride for your team, that’s a real nigga
They see me in their dreams and whisper in the dark
Whistle on a darg when I’m creeping past
If that movie goes right then we can split in half
Said she wants my heart, ain’t really darg
Shine pays though, niggas living life
I’ll do this for my brothers that’s doing life
I’m in the C-Class rolling round with Lap
I’m still in the trap house chopping crack
Listen carefully, you’ll hear my soul crack
I can make you die nigga, so fly
Raised in the hood, tryna make it out
Five box deep nigga, fuck a drought
I’ll speak with my gun, let’s talk it out
My four fizzy bang, that’s an awesome sound
If I hit his stomach, push his organs out
Niggas talking bodies like they’ve docked a body
Niggas talking they’re the hardest out in Wooly
But I mash work, gunpowder on my hoodies
Free my nigga Notty, hope he gets appeal
Gangster persona, niggas know it’s real
I’m doing 110 in that CLA
Thug life, tryna see better days
I spent four bags on a new MAC
Load up the shells, I’ma slew that
I don’t give a fuck if your goon’s clapped
I’m tryna send a nigga where the moon’s at