Bar Up (feat. Lil Wade)

First line I'm barring **** up sublimed

You sidelined, while I'm bar line

Packed in this bitch, Starline

The stars align cause I own this bitch

Red button I could press but I just phone this bitch

Watch ya mouth talking bout the one

I ain't no snitch, I can't tell you what I've done

But I can tell you what I'll do to these wack ****

All of you rap ****, is all a bunch of bitches

Excluding **** I fuck with

It's a lot but it's a little

Some of you sit there and fiddle

And blow ya canary like it's a ruga

Ruler, stick is how I measure ya talent

You twelve inches high

Congratulations you get a foot up yo ass and a goodbye

I'm not the one to try, and get by on

I had my fair share of leeches tryna suck rhinestones

But they ain't realize I'm a diamond in the cut

I really made it out the rough

All my dawgs run a muck

All yo dogs a bunch of bitches

Feminine feature gangstas

Ready to tell on me, that's allegations

I'm proving innocent till guilty judge

I ain't gone plead the fifth cause I won't fucking budge

Let me get this fye up off me, I'm throwing slugs

But it's a different kind of strike cause it's napalms in my palms

How the fuck did he write this

That shii locked in my DNA like it's arthritis

This author is the tightest, with the handle and the pen

It gotta be A.I, the way this **** crossing them

X'ing them out they long gone

Fuck yo faction you all boned

Soft porn, you cold footed

These missiles heat seeking

No wonder they couldn't lock on, you stiff pudding

Cold as fuck but not in a good way

You couldn't amass the six figures I spent, comprende

You just a poser holding ya homie wallet on pay day

May day, it's D-Day that boa SHEP ain't come to play

I'm finna clean my plate

When I drop it's a massive virus, call that Z-Day

Put some respect on my name

I'm a forest fire you just a cool lil flame

To put it in laymen terms for you

I'm that ****, and you lame

Fuck is you saying

Fuck is you saying

My homie

Tuh, hard body **** feel soft

Crack the door to hell's gate, shake the chills off

**** I can ride the spss, till the wheels off

Have my shorty hawk him down, take his heels off

I can hit the old town like I'm Lil Nas

**** I be with them killer that'll steal rob

Pull up to the kickback singing like I'm Jill Scott

Smack a bitch in the face with a steel glock

Tss, damn, they say that's bad promotion

The K don't turn him to a spss, then we gone casserole him

Rock pints classic Cola's all the cabinets open

Up the glock turn his brains into tapioca

I just caught a homerun, I feel like Sammy Sosa

I can dick her out her dickies, fuck some fashion nova

**** slacking I should put a pair of khakis on him

Leopard seats and the hoopty got that Caddy odor

Ooh I got a johnny's appleseed, falling from the apple tree

Long range practice with the ratchet I got accuracy

Fifty in the mac can't even clap it's at capacity

Bitch I'm putting bodies on my belt like a chastity

Turned this back and went against Disaster like Cassidy

Long nose on the spss, look like Adam's family

Pour the six up in the creme Faygo I lost gravity

Smack that bitch with the backhand, I turned her japanese

I ain't bapping, drama clap him in the dark

Foe nem give yo top ten like this one-o-six and park

**** I be throwing fins like I'm swimming with the sharks

If I see I'm in the park, let this bitch Jordyn Spark ****

Sent him six-two bullets look like a dart ****

I be skating through the spss, like I'm Bart ****

Pea off Baby Boy, you ain't got no heart ****

He like that Ted movie, he been talking to a Mark ****

I'm a visionary, nah a tennis player

Hell yeah I treat the club like I'm in Panera

White buffs up on my face to see my vision clear

Get to knocking at yo door you think we did it yearly

Hop out that ghost with my lil boo, it's like they didn't cheer me

Bitch it's getting scary

I'm one of one bitch you can find me in the dictionary

Get to drawing on yo face we playing pictionary

Sliding in a spaceship, I feel like Rick and Jerry

Slow straggler walk'em down need some big Amiris

I won't talking to that ho, this convo meant for siri

Ain't wanna get her chain snatched, then buy that bitch a earring

Shit, maybe next time

I should listen to that **** when he tell me that he loyal but he jealous

I don't see it I can smell it

I'm a beast from the belly of a virgin named Mary

That bitch came to get it back in blood like carry