The Bar ft. Jay Dotta Lyrics

To, fuck all that shit you talkin' bout nigga, we got a bar in the car, we can do that shit, let's get it on mane

Don't run nigga, don't run nigga

Look, gun slangin', hell raisin huh

She gon' come a lil quicker when she see my dreads swangin

Not bangin', but I'm dangerous huh

Try to run up on me, I'ma show you nigga bahh

Zat smokin', gun totin huh,

She gon' fuck me and my niggas cause she see a lil motion

Leaf rollin', expensive smokin

Huh, I'm gone pump you drunk, I got the bar, I got the bar

Pull up in this whip, a hundred shots up in this car

We gon' spin your block, we ain't leavin' till tomorrow

Pussy try to run, he got hit up from afar

Got a freaky bitch on Instagram, let her suck me in my car

Ridin' on these damn beats, like Quality said, keep the bar

Don't compare me to these niggas, they lame, nah, they ain't up to par

This Zat got me geeked up, feel like I'm finna land on Mars

When the money comin' in, I got a grin

Hit yo blocked with big gaps and FNs

But shit, bout to pass to the quality , it's been a minute

Two turnt back like Pacquiao, I'm tryna hit

I'm bout to send my D-line, I'm finna blitz

And I been runnin' to the money, shin splints

Seen food, eat food, Opp picnic

Ridin' with them cannons, got me feelin' like I'm Nick

Ridin' with three hoes, got me feelin' like I'm Nick

Ridin' with my bros, we all demons with the blink

Three hoes with me, got me feelin' like I'm Nick

Itty-bitty-titty, I still nutted on that shit

Two of them is pretty, my ass Jay, he want a bitch

What you sayin' twin, you know I'ma get down on that shit

Okay, you don't gotta pick, just let them choose and we gon' switch

Gun slangin', hell raisin', huh

She gon' come a lil quicker when she see my dreads swangin

Not bangin', but I'm dangerous