[Lyric] Bars at the Sesh S2 E1 (AV9)

[Intro]:
Ghosty
AK Vibes
Hahaha
You already know what it is
What’s up what’s up!
Fuck around get smoked!

[Hook]: Rose
Bro’s too crazy he want smoke
He buy a chopper I bet he chop ya’
We bunning like water
She call me daddy she ain’t my daughter
No wet we can do fizzed up
Niggas don’t know that my dog be a boxer
I heard she a barber she gave me top
Lil baby a whopper

[Verse 1]: Rose
Real rap no cap man I do Fugazi
Most of them man been touched no gazi
Cardi wan’ be mans lady
Miss im in Niners stay in your lane b
She get flirty, flirty it’s mad
We gеt lurky, lurky can’t stay b
The Nine set likе a gym set
We hold weight do trips was weighty
2 in the day got down 3 more
If they sing that’s Jackson 5
When we squash Black Beatles
Tell me if they Look Alive
I spy with my little eye, opps in the ends
Let’s glide, do like Giggs, when we skrr
Whipping and skrring coutless ride
See me in the real live, Rose
I love Crème Brûlée
(What’s up, what’s up!)
Crash on them, they have to call roadwork
Double AA
And we done ran through homes like Schürrle
Tryna do a mans glide broad day
Smokey’s a real daredevil like murda
Bro bro’s too on like Dre
Anytime we’re bucking ‘em like the green
We’re tryna wet it like fizz
4-4 in the PM, slide by 5
One devilish thought no 666
About feds we got one on our back
Peter Check some stupid pig
Loose in the real like de-de driving
Driving would you ride that shit
[Hook]: Rose
Bro’s too crazy he want smoke
He buy a chopper I bet he chop ya’
We bunning like water
She call me daddy she ain’t my daughter
No wet we can do fizzed up
Niggas don’t know that my dog be a boxer
I heard she a barber she gave me top
Lil baby a whopper

Bro’s too crazy he want smoke
He buy a chopper I bet he chop ya’
We bunning like water
She call me daddy she ain’t my daughter
No wet we can do fizzed up
Niggas don’t know that my dog be a boxer
I heard she a barber she gave me top
Lil baby a whopper

[Verse 2]: Swift
She call me daddy just to be choked
The bitch a lil’ thot, go down below
(Whoa)
Put 5 through his Fendi tee
Now their wives on me
Cah this drip turn blood
Disgusting one I’m chuffed
Wahala dun de bro bro got locked
Another man down
Chopping heads like crops
Madeleine gang disappear when bucked
(Tut)
It’s ments
Look at this this pack hench like King Kong and
You really wanna talk all tough
Like tiger you can get that hole in one
Countless rides and dingers on litch
Juice left spilled pon pave like aqua
(Ching, ching, ching)
YJ is way too loose left heads all red and
Scraped like cancer
Brock off your back let me hit that noddy
(Uhh)
Quick one skid off so goody
Back to the trap location’s off
Whip, whip, Silento
Double clip that mash make that goose just pop
Seven missed calls off mummy bare callin’
Soz, I’m really tryna take bro blocks
See 2AM [?]
That’s bare juice spilled no Capri Sun
Then back on the road the roads on solos
Kidnapping your bro
Two rambz on the go
Oya ngolo straight up in your dome
Two roads on solos
Kidnapping your bro
Roll up my dead foes
(Uhh)
Roll up my dead foes
Then bill up a zoot
Curtains closed