Dollar 8 Bar

By AJ Tracey

On No More Looney

Released on August 30, 2014

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Couple niggas do scams and they pop cards

Slags holla for the roast, that's a Pop Tart

I'm on the grizzy full-time, I don't stop-start

Re-up on the ting, I got it up and hit the block hard

And now I'm on my way to the party

In a foreign whip with a Spanish little shawty

Niggas got the wheel, drinking Bacardi

In the back, bitch moving fast like a [?]

I'm kicking back with that Hennessy

Licking shots at the bar like I'm Bellamy

I was in the back of the blocks moving celery

Now I'm at the front busting shots like I'm Cleverley

Age thirteen, I was on it if it paid me

Five years later, still trap in the rain G

I haven't seen a couple X-Rays lately

I'm drop any man fam, Fellaini

And these days it's evidently that I caught a buzz

I'm looking down to hell but it's deeper than I thought it was

To the top, I pray to God I never drop

Nightmares from the bottom, day-dreaming 'bout the top

Uh, I'm really moving like a mo'fucker

Going in raw, I forgot to bring my other rubber

Lyrical renegade, sweet flow, [?]

Money hungry niggas, why should you be sharing dinner plates?

I made that green flip

Big wand, I could show her magic tricks

Smoking on the ammi and it's over-piff

See I'm cooling in the cut with a couple nigs

I'm crushing up this cheddar and it fucking stinks

I still can pay my young G half a jib

Loonie in the cut with a couple chicks

FaceTime in my yard and I ain't on vid

My thotty from North wanna see me

But I said I can't see her like Stevie

She got mad, tried to throw a little tantrum

So I laughed, sent a straight face on my BB

My connect real British, that's BT

Sent a bitch home, no [?], that's ET

This nigga's cow told her friends that I'm tasty

I put it in her buns now I hardly wanna beef me

One strap, three akhs, two bricks

Only trust the mandem from the block, who these new pricks?

If I catch a nigga on the block I'll be like 'Who's this?'

Slap a nigga with my shotty, that'll leave him toothless

I'm with MTP, we ain't mainstream

My Team Paid nigga, yeah we make P

I'm licked off the ammi 'cause it's piff weed

Four bun then the room is like a chimney

See nothing ain't the same no more

I'm older now, I stand for myself, I've got a cause

See this cake on the table, [?]

I'm selfish for a reason, my nigga I'm making more

You lost me there, when you asked me for a feature

I should be in the studio with Loonz, not playing FIFA

You see my nigga Jay, he's moving all that ammo

Every time I stop on the beat, I'm moving paro

See I get real smoky

And I couldn't link your girl cah she smoky

And she fucked my whole team

Cah I gave her some molly and some codeine

See I'm smoking with my OG's

Sipping Grey Goose while I blow trees

Devil in my boat from the amnes

Twenty-one bells, I could take out your whole team