40 Barz Lyrics

Bitch, I feel like Publix, I've been making bread, no bakery

Jigsaw, he a little boy, yeah, he can't play with me

Always thought of smarter ways, they count me out and call me lazy

I done seen loads turn to green dimes, probably call me crazy

I need my money, Oklahoma, that means I need it sooner

Flip the switch down on the safety and your light's turning off

College athlete, way I walk on the beat

Tried to do a hit-and-run, but he ain't make it off on feet

Saved her name as Lil' John because she scream for skeet

Had to break off with my side piece, cause the kit-kat stink

Used to call me fake, cause I'm who they wanna be

She said her name was Candy, I think she want the dick now and later

When we fuck, I call it a home run, cause then I'm walking off

Used to call me mute, cause I'm bout action, I don't talk at all

These local rappers must be smoking purp, because they falling off

I'm not even stepping on my money and I'm still standing tall

And you standing on ten toes like a paraplegic

Bad kid, I ain't never stand for the Pledge of Allegiance

Fuck with Cherry Bones, but I want a lemon

This jetpack got me so high, I'ma need a parachute

I drove up to ATL just so I can get a Gucci suit

Wordplay is like a house under a flight path

They gon' need CC, I feel like the final boss

Cause when I touch down, they come see me

My vision crystal clear, but yours is like a static on TV

Flow is like a open poetry, now I'm just talking to him

I just did a bump, I'm fired up, he hope I don't walk into him

Bitch, I feel like 9-11, cause I'm blowing up

That last bar had COVID-19, cause it was untasteful

But hold on, I'm rolling up a honey pack, so I can be myself

I just taxed him for the gas pack, feel like I'm Texaco

My family's from Guatemala, but my friends say I'm from Mexico

And they forgot I keep the tissue box on me, and I'ma let it blow

Please don't hit me for no nickel pack, cause I'm not five below

And I'ma keep it tucked, like I'm Aubrey, I gotta hide the 40

I gotta keep the blade for the skaters, but it's not for glory

I've been trying to manage paper, I'm bad at it like Michael Scott

Feel like Forrest Gump, yelling out for Jenny, but mine was off the block

Unk taught me how to manage my emotions and just to walk it out

Had to give my girl a sales pitch, so she wouldn't leave me

Like, I think we could work this out