text: Mad About Bars Lyrics
  Revz just slapped it in reverse
  My bro got his hands on the wheel while I fly out the ride, its teamwork
  Remember when I couldn’t fit the dots in my top, I was showing off cleavage
  The last time I come out of jail, I learnt how to handle that .44 easier
  I got a pack looking like multiple bags of Maltesers
  I went and got nicked upsuh, two ninas
  Now I got Intent to Supply on my previous
  I can’t have beef with these eedyats
  Back then it was anyting green get bun, I went jail then I lost a one arm like Im sleeveless
  My Pa always said I need Jesus
  You think I do juju
  My niggas them think Im a demon
  Headie One re-up on new food
  Im talking like AM and PM
  My line ringing AM to PM
  In the AM replying to DMs
  Same way I hit the opp block in the PM
  None of my opps cant put their hand on H, if I spray and pray, Im believing
  Beef in the streets, I don’t reason
  Beef in the streets, get seasoned
  Niggas cant be my G and turn their back on OFB cause that one theres treason
  I was prison, on the wing fisting
  Right now Im home and I’m still drilling
  All for my Gs them, Im my brothers keeper
  Feds said I can’t be with Headz cause they know that’s Freddy and Jason
  You got a hundred man in your vids but when I slide through your block its vacant
  Them niggas soft it’s blatant
  They dont want smoke, theyre vaping
  I got a .44 long, that’s new, and a old dot, that’s ancient
  RV, man, I’m way too pokey
  And I back guns and get smokey
  Headz got the hammer like Thor
  Thats bro, I guess I gotta be Loki
  My team be shooting and scoring long time, should ha got a trophy
  Look, this beef tings deeper than rap
  Cant let them do me like–
  Back out my ting won’t pet it
  Aim for your chest then wet it
  Cant tell me bout beef or Ps cause I mash work and I get it
  Man claim they got beef with the gang but see me on the roads and leg it
  When I caught man lacking in jail; no verbal, just set it
  RV Im a problem, and the other side know this
  If I can’t line up a driver had to get round there and ten toes it
  Got a big stick like Moses
  Fed gon tape up the whole strip
  Find out where youre posted
  Brain stuck on the wall like a Post-It
  From way back me and Rev captained T like Hoddle
  Dip down a pussy on the opp block, turned that whole block brothel
  The last time I put in a work in a weekday, Sunday I listened to some gospel
  Then on Monday I scored full throttle, that’s me in a bruck down Vauxhall
  My class is A, still four an a half of the B in the bando
  Feds had me locked in the C, cant trust my bird get handled
  I got this bad B coming to the nizz for the D no need for a Tinsel or a Nandos
  Bitches in the hood moving fruity but theres no need for a kiwi or mango
  Summertime my Gs keep the strip hot, no need for a Bigga or Snapple
  Me and front ride with the swam in the whip, no need for a flicky or rambo
  How you gonna spend your own money on your grills but you don’t know how to fry like Nandos?
  Hear big guns get handled
  Paigons see me ten toes like a sandal
  One leather on a trackie, I still make it look neat
  I bust a four and a half at the press cause my trap game is on fleek
  One leather on a trackie, I still make it look neat
  I bust a four and a half at the press cause my trap game is on fleek
  09 I was ducking down opps
  010 I was cutting down crops
  011 I was cruddy on the streets
  012 I was stuck in a box
  Fed had me riding a sentence
  Never had time for repentance
  Been a bad boy from day
  I was doing lines in detention
  No face, no case, no comment, fed cant ask me no questions
  I dont do this for attention
  Niggas get got in a sevens
  I got shells for the dots
  And I just put in two like western
  So when you start adding those Ks make sure I dont get a mention
  Say what you want about RV, but no ones made me a victim
  Chef man down with the Ramsey, I dont take knife from the kitchen
  I treat opps like AC cause I’m tryna drop that instant
  I treat opps like AC cause I’m tryna drop that instant
  I used to get round there with blades in my hand like a wolverine
  Pull up, crash, them man dash, how can you call this beef?
  I don’t even call it beef
  I just got war with neeks
  Niggas keep talking grief
  Press the nine three times like Im calling policeEmbed