Spit These Bars Lyrics
The song Spit These Bars is performed by Drag On .
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Double R, right now
We ain't playin' wit y'all
We ain't playin' wit y'all
Stop playin', Drag
Ayo, I spit these bars to make ya head shake
f**k bitches 'til the bed break
Let's see how much lead you can take
Never let a nigga pay for what I give away
We can all share, clip to my waist it's all spare
So run, dammit, run when I bust my gun
I miss none, put y'all in critical condition
I'm the talk of the town when it comes to f**kin' bitches
Or layin' niggas down, Drag bust the most rounds
While y'all niggas dibble and dabble
The shit I pull up wit, it'll feel like it grabs you
We ain't f**kin' I had you
Shit I know Drag'll be glad to if I had to
Soon as she in the bathroom, I'm in her a*s too
Gotta six shot shooter that'll pop through ya
Glock ruger in case I call my block movers
State troopers on my a*s
Shit, let me see them touch 160 on the dash
My Z look pretty when it's fast
I bet 50 I'ma juice the city before I pa*s
And if you wanna catch fire better step on the gas
The opposite of H2O, wanna be a hero when the fires on
Y'all won't even see ya moms
Even if she was screamin' at the top of her lungs
Niggas either burn to the bone or leave the shit alone
In case of a fire never take the elevator
Walk 2 flights, hold ya breath and take the steps
Do my ladies run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my ballers run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha?
Do my mamis run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my dogs run this/
Yes, they do run this mutha
Ayo, I only f**k bitches that's flexible
Ankle touch neck s*x incredible
When Drag about to spark cats
Ain't no bargin' wit that
When my gun spit it say "Where the target at?"
'Cuz I'm fire so I speaks wit heat
So let me walk that walk
'Cuz like a teacher I'ma talk wit chalk
That'll outline y'all like a fresh pair of Nike, stay wit those
Even if I'm bare toed you see the stripe
I leave blood stains on sponges
Cum stains on comforters, I leave rooms foggy
'Til where y'all can't find me, keep a bad mami
Twisting up the green scent
Like tangerine face out of a magazine like ebony
On the block I pump the ivory
Never pay for show, I only f**k wit those that never ate before
That means no food, no cars and just skip bail
The only thing on they plate is no more than fish scale
The blow you only know about is the air outside
I have nightmares before I sleep, I pray y'all fry
For a pie I lay out guys
'Cuz what I keeps layin' on my dresser
Keeps layin' niggas on top of stretchers
Lightweight but I give off pressure in all measures
Never chase treasures, flame niggas for pleasure
Red/Gold vest bullets go through tef
Got better double R, 2 letter, nigga
Do my ladies run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my ballers run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my mamis run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my dogs run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my ladies run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my ballers run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my mamis run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my dogs run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha