Mad About Bars - S4-E14 P1 - Mixtape Madness, M24

Project X

Time to bring out one of the hardest out of the A

Long time coming

L1 The Producer

It’s your turn

Drills get done a lot, they be skrring off

On the roads it’s too much pressure for them, so they’d rather get birded off

I ain’t been to the can but I’ve heard a lot, no way, I ain’t tryna get birded

off

A lot of man hung up their boots, they ain’t in the field like Berbatov

We spill mans juice and say it weren’t us, it must’ve been them

For the flickys it’s nuttin' but love but I really adore that rusty skeng

They come to the A and film on Snap', you see me, I’m nuttin' like them

For the sauce you’re nuttin' but a bad boy, in the flesh your nuttin' but wet

Opps get-got, that’s ments, the GB’s pull up, they hop that fence

In your white tee looking all hench 'til these skinny niggas leave that red

I need more bread, I need more profit

This scrum’s moving like Jayla Foxx 'cause all she wanna do is cock it

Sweep that block, mop it, civilians screaming «stop it»

Old school days I was out with Twin, you was probably getting sent out shopping

Pounds off, it was a lardy ting, now I’m tryna grab that pound and cock it

I 'ear man talking 'bout Kings of Drill, you ain’t ever done a drill in your

life, just stop it

Gyal better lock this rocket, new toys, the mandem cop it

The drill scene, the mandem mock it

And now they show love cah the mandem poppin'

Don’t make me pull this object out of the bag like Mary Poppins

Coming to win, no I ain’t stopping, when we get that drop and fucking drop him

On Mad About Bars with Kenny, you know that I’m mad with my bars already

I done it in cars already, fuck off whips with a fuck off semi

Chest or back, I’ma kweff man’s headie, I can vouch for the G’s cah we’ve done

it already

Mask on my face coming like Freddie, I got hungry so I took man’s belly

Swing that shit, shelly belly, he got urgh, kweffy, kweffy

I’m in the field like Dele, Dele, this animal cookie is way too smelly

Successful drill cah that drill’s on telly, this brownin', she’s crisp like

Walkers

Now I’m giving her the third leggy, them man are old and washed like Peggy

Are you gonna back your Bruce, bro?

That drill got done, who knows?

Back that if he gets too close, them man lie and diss on tracks

And that’s as far as the truth goes, she’s saying I’m sweet like glucose

Squashed up car, full to the brim and I’m coming with two poles