T-Mula - Mad About Bars lyrics

[Verse 1: T Mula] Young boy in the bando I tell him don't panic like French Look real strikers in the pitch I've never seen a n***a on the bench Samurai sword in my jacket Why would I care if you're hench? Look young boy rolling around with a sword And he ain't tryna' play no fence Young boy in the bando cus n***as wanna grind and sh** Its like the whole gang there ain't on piss Cos n***as gon' ride their sh** It's like going to the other side covered Nuttin' but knives and sticks Feds on me cus I've been on trouble Suttin' like my wives and kids They dont know what I've been through Red dot on his head like a hindu Scrams, Face just stack for the Wesson Cah' be the gunplay that we're into It's like them man chill with the singer Two dot dots there in the dinger Yard man's got a dotty in the rave But he's still tryna' do the La Linga We've had guns and shanks without awareness We've had guns and shanks we're so fearless And why the f** do you care about my colour? Just know I got light and dark like my parents Sick and that when I dip and splash Feel like tell the fiend tell a break But the fiend want kit and kat For the sh** it's all kinda mad [Verse 2: Scrams] Can't lie man fed up But it could be worse So you know I keep my head up And one day all these opps' gon' dead up Just cop me a uh And really tryna' get my bread up Really tryna' have both my legs up And I know I can't lose Word to my n***a like Kay Them f**boys there just rude Really on piss you know my guys them loose So it's us or them, Ima' let you choose Think smart, like don't be fools Argh! Me and bro this step With two more goons in the car But these opps really don't war Er? Them take it way too far And this ting in my hand can send a boy straight to the Lord Yeah I jook it bro That's late night vamping And every block I beef Yeah I been there camping Causing a scene Them man love acting Peng tings throwing up "8"s And they're screaming out "Gang Ting" [Verse 3: T Mula] I tell an opp get wid it Like Samurai Jack go mains Samurai Jack go dip him I ain't talking about bruck down teeth When I give a boy loose fillings You can't feel me deny my block I'd rather die hard like Willis Like I'd rather die hard like Willis From the pack come purey From man talking hard about punches Something like Tyson fury I know my man they're just stressed Cause I'm banging his shorty Gonna break that pack into stones And the rest of the pack come salty And the rest of the pack come salty It ain't done by them It's like the mandem scream hella kwengins None of them's done by them About 86 don't crash corn All I got to say is free...(Skeng) I might pull up in the ride like you Make sure I hit up your friend Like make sure I hit up your friend And f** who hates me I don't work in retail darg' And I won't be serving corn from Sainsbury's And a bad b screaming out gang I tell her come f** with the 80s And a bad b screaming out gang I tell her come f** with the 80s Like I tell her come f** with the 80s [Verse 4: Scrams] Are you taking the piss? If I'm brucking grub Then I'm making sure it flips That's ups of making trips Uh? And you ain't taking none of these risks Never splashed in Harrods Still f**ing girls that them man lips f**boys are forever hating Text my young boy tell him "Waterloo Station" Hairs light and dark in separate packs No segregation And I need me a brown one that don't like the raving Like come on b, I'm 8 gang only And yes I'll bang for bro', cos' that's my brodie And all these other guys You know them man phoney Double trouble, me & Gunna That's Zack & Cody Yeah yeah, yeah I heard it before And after Gunns' puts your back on the curb Ima' put your face on the floor "Mr f** the person who edited it