Bars

By Tink

On Boss Up

Released on September 30, 2013

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[Intro]

Chase I think I just might as well go in on these bitches

Yo, cause when I think about it

Who really fuckin' with me chase?

I don't know either

Tink G, lets get it


[Verse 1]

I said sippin' on dark and chief'n on reefer

Pussy ass niggas I call them Madea

Call me retarded, I been going stupid

I'm spittin' so hard, I stutter like I'm Rueben

Commas and commas I take to the bank

Your nigga face down like he's ready to plank

Im ready for war

These bitches want more

My pockets so deep that they feel like a pore

And I feel like a boss cause I'm gaining

And I'm always going in like its raining

Peep-game like I'm looking through a keyhole

And fuck niggas gone change like a tadpole

But that's good cause I'm still getting paid

Whip so clean, coulda' came with a maid

Came with my crew

But I left with a dude

Then I came in his mouth

Like a dentist approved

Bars nigga, where your bars at?

I know your background just like a car fax

You're a rookie to me, I'm a fuckin' bully

And I pull more strings like a loose hoodie

Its easy

You know that I'm a dog, You pass me that beat, I'ma catch it like a Frisbee

And I got 16s

But ain't none of them sweet

I could never be a star on Disney

Fuck that

Put me on a bus pass

Ain't nobody taking my seat

I generate heat

I don't do A C

And I make more hits then Muhammad Ali

Come crown me

And I'm always up in a booth in a lab cause i know a couple of bitches wanna' down me

But chu' never get that

Gotta hit her in the back

Be a fool if you ever come around me

Easy