BARS R US Lyrics

Chasin' the bag so it gotta be worth it

Pushin the verse I be putting the work in

Flow too hot I be cooking like Curry

Stay on the grind, just do it no worry

Bitch it be Stu and I'm coming out sturdy

Drip too hard, yeah I know it's concerning

Pass it to B 'cause you know he be scorin'

Open it up

Northside white boy Bars "R" Us

Flyboy fades get paid for the cut

Playboy pink lean paint my cup

When we got paid they were bringing out trucks

Worst case I don't even need to show up

Thursday bars get a throwback up

Thursday night call your ho back up

"Babe wake up BRAVEN dropped more sauce"

Poppin' off beats I don't gotta spit bars

Me and your girl sat down for a talk

She say you ain't got it like me

Said your flex game 'average joe'

Said your watch wasn't actual gold

Smoke these raps on casual mode

Wait 'til I'm on actual shit

Wait one year I'll be factually lit

Boys do routes like a cab in this bitch

Heavy chains on while I'm tappin' his bitch

Friend went and told got a rat in that clique

Drench my wrist Fiji my flick

Imma let it ride throw skis on the Benz

iPhone start no key for the Benz

Chasin' the bag so it gotta be worth it

Pushin the verse I be putting the work in

Flow too hot I be cooking like Curry

Stay on the grind, just do it no worry

Bitch it be Stu and I'm coming out sturdy

Drip too hard, yeah I know it's concerning

Pass it to B 'cause you know he be scorin'

One more time gotta jump back in got

All-white Air Force keepin' 'em clean

Step in the game and blow out the scene

Forty-five chains got eighty-nine rings

Hundred one dogs and none on a leash

Need two bands 'fore I'm sellin' my beats

I been in the field got blood on my cleats

I'm watchin' my step not stubbin' my feet

She suck my dick while I'm brushin' my teeth

Cook you rappers

Most venues won't book you rappers

Mumblin' bitch just look what happened

You fell off couldn't do no damage

Spent your advance went broke in a minute

I cash my check put a stack to my ear

Can't hear a broke boy spillin' them tears

I can't see a bitch Ray-Ban's on my face

I can't feel the floor got bands in the way

Beach-side weekend land at the gate

Touch down put ten grand in the safe

Twerk all night she spammin' the cake

Shopping spree two grand on my feet

Pumped up kicks

I can out-rap like all the other kids

New 'Preme drop gonna spend another grip

New Rolex put ten up on my wrist