Mad About Bars (feat. Mixtape Madness & Kenny Allstar)

Ah, it's Kenny Allstar

The voice of the streets

When I speak, the streets listen

Axl, axl, axl

Loose

The streets have been asking me or it

So let me deliver it

(The voice of the streets)

Tired of all these fibs

My **** Y2 don't miss

Why you think numerous guys been hit?

Anytime we get that drop, "Ay SD dial up Wizz"

I, I ain't seen a four door come

I seen all of the **** just run

I heard "Harlem's falling off"

Chill on your block and I bet you get bun

And dey ain't on the **** of nine

Cah they know them times too sticky

60 on the gas from Kenny

I never knew we hit town so quickly

Tryna tek way someone's pickney

(Ay don't be silly)

Got, got so much opps

If nuttin's in the bricks then we lurk on the nizzy

OnDrill's need a hundred waps

Don-don need a hundred kitties

Back then done it twenty-two times

If MizMac joined then it woulda been fifty

Now I'm gyming it forty

Leng ones all on man, get naughty

Need hat now, baby I'm bored b

He ain't done nuttin' since he been bore'd b

Don't make sense

How the fuck can them neek take bro?

Dem boy ain't on their block, so we're tryna bun opps in homes

Still pon lane, that's Gaza, no drama

They don't come in my zone

Two hand-tings, they twinning and GS, Y2 slapped both

Three shotguns, me, two G's and Scratcha tryna hit man's dome

Rest up broski, SA gave them a hard time with two Rambo's

Free bellz my jigga, only Bassy's bigger than him

(Only Bassy's bigger than him)

Barber boy give dem trim, Olympic ching, make them swim

(Olympic Ching make them swim)

Splash, splash and I brag, God forgive me for my sins

Dem **** get it too, drill it if he next to king

CSG push it in, you ain't seen a boy sink

You ain't seen a boy sink, got it on me with a limp

And if you beefin' me, I'll make you hold some lead

Press the nine, I ain't phonin' feds

Fuck your squad and your older men

Cah if I bore you up, you best hope it bends

And I'm Loski Loose from Harlem bro'

Back my suttin' and soak your friend

Shottie shells, I'll blow your men

Only bros with me, I'll smoke a friend

Designer shit, full of drip

Man down when that nizzy flicks

Gettin' hat off hoes, never kiss a bitch

Little man got kidnapped when bro hit the strip

Same dons talk a whole of waps and a whole of crash, but don't let it rip

Remember when I dropped the fucking shotty tryna smoke man

It had hella kick

Team no lacking, K's up if you're Kenny bangin'

They ain't never bangin', catch a opp and whack him

Need a bad one to set him up and tan him

Reckless, splash out and his neck's wet

On the O, they ain't come yet

But they sneak diss giving dumb threats (Dumb threats, dumb threats)

They make SnapChat's on UDN

But second block's where they never been

On the block they never chill

Don't come round, this shit is real

Two bad ones, baby what's the deal?

Free Jojo, love shoot for thrill

Designer coat, fashion drill

I love, I love seeing paigon's spill

Been a long time since we went over to Kennington

But you know when we do 'Mad About Bars'

My freestyles are just a bit different

(SXBZ Beats baby) So you know it's always worth the wait

So let's go back in

Cause we can't have Loose on the platform, just to do the one

You know we gotta hear number two

Loose, O, O

Splash (Jheeze)

Mileage high, still lurk 'round on the other side

Do it in car or bike

Dat gyal leng, uck was ten

But I can't make that mine

See opps in the field, know we gon' drill

No way I'll let that slide

No way I'll let that slide

Mileage high, still lurk 'round on the other side

Do it in car or bike

Dat gyal leng, the uck was ten

But I can't make that mine

See opps in the field, know we gon' drill

No way I'll let that slide

No way I'll let that slide

Still back that shotty for the dawgs-dem

HS we attack, no warning

I was in Napa, shades on the face in the rave

Couldn't see that darling

And don't jump out they drive and look, shook

Fucking jarring

Don't make no Snaps on the block

'Cause SD go step round and bark it

This beef is frying, but don't bang on the ends they're lying

Last time that I tapped that shotty

I hopped in a car, and my arm felt tired

Three waps up, got crash desire

Let it sing like a choir, free bro Sav that's a murder tryer

Who have you bored? You fucking liar

You ain't put your wrist on chill

Gotta tell the Barbies chill, what's the deal?

Really in the streets for real

Two ways dead or jail, or get rich

Never give half to a bitch

Rather be dead than snitch, what would you pick?

Bet you say dead real quick

Reality? chat to the pigs, Loose

Mileage high, Mileage high

Still lurk 'round on the other side

Do it in car or bike

Dat gyal leng, uck was ten

But I can't make that mine

See opps in the field, know we gon' drill

No way I'll let that slide

No way I'll let that slide

Mileage high, still lurk 'round on the other side

Do it in car or bike

Dat gyal leng, the uck was ten

But I can't make that mine

See opps in the field, know we gon' drill

No way I'll let that slide

No way I'll let that slide

So there you have it

We delivered

Season 3 'Mad About Bars'

It's a wrap

Gone until further notice