Barbershop Lyrics

Bitches hitting my phone calling they trynna fuck

I ain't never chase a bitch mama told me go get another

Body count look like the lotto she's thinking she was the one

Hit that bitch a couple times and I'm passing her to my brother

Man yo shawty hit my line a lot

I remember I was that lil nigga bussing down a lot

She won't trynna fuck I told my homie tone it down a notch

All my niggas chilling you can catch us posted down the block, we chilling like a Barbershop

Remember them days and then long nights we was trynna get paper

That nigga cool or acting buddy buddy man we boutta pull a caper

I hope he's religious, cuz if he start tripping then he's about to meet his maker

Ain't it funny how I draw something on a nigga just to erase him

I don't be worried bout bitches I'm straight to the bag nigga trynna go get the money up

That lil bitch said I'm way better than all her past niggas cuz I'm fucking her tummy up

If you come from my city you gotta fuck with me I be on the block and be turning up

I be hitting the strip with them hundreds and fifties I look like a lick but I'm burning ya

And stay with a strap bitch, shout out to my black bitch she be holding it down

Wherever I'm at bitch, no matter the traffic, I know she come around

And the way that ass sit, she tell me don't grab it when her mama around

But I had to slap it, cuz it done mad thick since you first came around

Bitches hitting my phone calling they trynna fuck

I ain't never chase a bitch mama told me go get another

Body count look like the lotto she's thinking she was the one

Hit that bitch a couple times and I'm passing her to my brother

Man yo shawty hit my line a lot

I remember I was that lil nigga bussing down a lot

She won't trynna fuck I told my homie tone it down a notch

All my niggas chilling you can catch us posted down the block, we chilling like a Barbershop

Got a bitch I hit time and time again, just to get a nut

Thick as fuck, hit her in the butt, then I get her buck

Chase a bag, gotta get a bag and I get it fast

Motorola, cops can't catch me they can kiss my ass

Fuck an op he can die slow, by any means he gotta go

Like adios, I'm outta there, off a perky pill and I don't care

This .45 put it in his hair

Plus the Henny hitting now I'm really here

Imma spit that bitch til it clip nigga and it don't jam

Bitches hitting my phone calling they trynna fuck

I ain't never chase a bitch mama told me go get another

Body count look like the lotto she's thinking she was the one

Hit that bitch a couple times and I'm passing her to my brother

Man yo shawty hit my line a lot

I remember I was that lil nigga bussing down a lot

She won't trynna fuck I told my homie tone it down a notch