Correction Lyrics Explaining The Bars by Teejayx6

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Everybody getting high this my type of-

Everybody getting high this my type of party
Smoke so?much?exotic I be?getting higher than Bob Marley
A n***a?try to sneak in my crib I got barbwire
Scammed a white actor who played a voice on Bob's Burgers
Bunch a n***as try to come and rob me caught 5 murders
Posting pictures on my juug page and caught 5 sales
I see you in the club with your boys, where the females?
I think this n***a Gucci sweater fake, where the details?
Off-brand designer sweater on, where the G at?
Came to your city now I'm asking where the weed at?
The police took my last one I need to buy a new Mac
Had sex with your b*t*h she went to the doctor to get a new back
(Like that b*t*h... f**kin'... broke her sh*t)
You showing me some methods but I already used those
He showed me some bins but I already had them
Screaming R.I.P his brother but I already killed him
I like when that b*t*h give me head she got a long tongue
Guns start singing like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Bullets rang out he got hit up in his artery
I got a light skin b*t*h she look like the real [?]
Got drunk yesterday so now my gun missing
How you miss that bullet? Go to the gun range
Blowing on exotic I like to call this propane
Smacked my lil' brother cuz he smoking cocaine
Moncler jacket this b*t*h white as cocaine
Met this b*t*h and told her I don't got no name
He don't wanna die he need to stay in his lane
F**ked a n***a b*t*h and she said he's lame
(That n***a lame as hell)
Play it from the top!
I'm riding in the car playing Roddy Ricch, The Box
F**ked this n***a b*t*h then I put her in the box
AR-15 it'll leave you in the... (Like I put that b*t*h in the box)
One more time, they let me out of jail but I did one more crime
If you ain't got the money don't give me the run-a-round
Made him get scared with my strap and made him run around
They say I went mainstream I'm still underground
But that's only because I could rap with other styles
I always had drip I don't never need no stylist
And I never had to stress cuz I know the money piling
Forged signature they can tell by my handwriting
I think he a girl he got good handwriting
Throwing money in the club this sh*t got my hand tired
I'm writing a new verse this sh*t got my hand on fire
Got in to it with my mans cuz I found out he's a liar
(Like that n***a's a liar that n***a is cappin')
Since you wanna be famous I'mma put you on a flyer
Cook a n***a a** put him in a deep frier
(Cook that n***a cook the sh*t out his a**)
Scammer go legit this sh*t really undecided
I'mma still call my brother if we ever get divided
I'm bout to drop a whole mixtape with Undefined!
And I'mma scam a n***a from the price is right
I could sell you a method if the price is right!
My brother called with a BoA it made my night!
So I'm 'bout to drop the check and stay up all tonight!
(Like I'm 'bout to stay up all night... alright keep that!)
They thought that I was bout to end the song but I came back
Yo b*t*h said she was bout to leave then she came back!
Then I killed and tied her body up and left it on the train tracks
I'm smoking on some fire a** weed called Trainwreck
Lot of n***as f**king up this sh*t bring the game back
Snatched his jewelry at the show he was screaming "Bring my chain back!"

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