Bar For Bar lyrics - (feat. DC2Trill)

 DC

You flunkin'

You ain't gotta talk 'bout the shit, nigga, we get it

Yeah, that AP cool, but it's gon' be better when I get it

Smokin' 41, with the sharks, but I ain't swimmin'

Folks high as hell, that nigga fried, but he ain't chicken

Dick good, bitch, I ain't pay her rent, I just bought her some inches

VV and westwood jeans, nigga, I don't rock amiri

Might as well put yo' partner on a milk carton, because he missin'

Nigga can't hit my cup, the same food, never

He knock our fury

Kick a bitch out, bitch ain't fuckin', she keep sayin' "Period"

Bitch too bad, carry my kids, just like she a surrogate

Fuckin' a bitch, she 30 years old, she doin' her taxes

Double my cup, big look on that bitch, with a pint of molasses

How the fuck am I supposed to remember your face

When I'm flyin' from city to city

Had a lil' bitch, booty was bigger than her

But had titties, was itty-bitty

Boys with me, movin' around with a 50, all of my niggas gon' hit

Brand new Glock, came with a side on top, tech look like a click

Old Ricky, yes I'm with the boys, but I brought them bows with me

Pretty Ricky, it's five in the mornin' and I got some hoes with me

Stack of twenties, count these hunnids, fifties

Ya'll gon' play with tennies

Pour fours and twenties, nigga try to be me, fry him like zucchini

Boat, I fucked up, I spilled a eighth up in the Lamborghini

Now I'm pissed off, 'cause that was 'possed to go up on my kidney

P-teeny, cousin, I might drive him, nah, I feel like pinky

Big pun, bitch spill my cup, roll me back my funds

Dine-and-wine, 6 in my pop, I feel like the one

Compare to none, big gun is to his block, that was so much fun

Pool party, double like Jeff Hardy, brodie got his six bodies

Chrome rollies, if the rock's stolen, it's not a Rolls Royce royce's

In the trunk I stay with 800 horses, feel like I breed ponies

I can see a plate from eighty miles away, think I breathe money

G6, diamond-golden wings, like I'm havin' normal

Every car dealer in Atlanta know my first name

We all did bennies

Used to count pennies, now I'm up, fuckin' up my kidneys

Bent a bitch resort, she came over, eatin' Mrs. Winners

Pulled up in a Benz, stained a rover, sent it to the cleaners

Called Wakish on the phone, asked her "What's for dinner?"

Fuckin' on a bitch, look like a Kardashian, rich just like the Jenners

Pop a nigga up while he drivin', he had a fender-bender

I'm with next scammers, pray to heaven, even though we sinners

Go up in the store and swipe for shit, like you swipe on Tinder

My niggas ruthless, you can get rattled, no matter what the gender

This bitch sucked the dick so good, I thought she was toothless

Please, doc, raid her to my room, need her when you done

I will get a bitch some merch when I give her funds

Snatch a nigga chain off his neck, just like [?]

Baby bottles all in the crib, but I ain't got no son

DC in the whiz, they gon' be scorin' 'til they're 81

We Olympic sippers

Duck dive, flip, lean, and slide, he an Olympic killer

Every time some exclusive shit come out, you know we finna get it

Took her to my room, back with my bro, like the scene from Thriller

Know I'm gon' smash, all my whips 220 on the dash

Sippin' on drank, but she walk like it's SlimFast