Mitch Jones - Bars over Bullsh** - Mitch Jones lyrics

[Intro] Yo Man It's your boy Tyrell I'mma tell you about the struggle Ye, ya feel me? Aight, yo I just k**ed my b**h It ain't no big deal though She's a f**ing hoe anyway [Verse 1] Ye, yo I was living life Man I only live once for the dice I tell you right now, I got headlights It s**s balls man my pubic can't run my dice Oh baby girl, a triple That's what that kid said When he was f**ing with my nipple I was like damn, how you going like that I'm the true bum, Matthew you can't even rap Yo they call me the king Of the mother f**ing rats It's all good baby If you got all that crap Ye, keep up if you feeling me girl Thanks for the sub, you're a f**ing pearl I love you, you looking nice I wish I would Just touch you with my life Touch you right in the bu*t And you love it I know you f**ing love it I won't call you a s*ut anymore if you shove it Take the f**ing D Baby it all good We chilling right now We getting in the same f**ing hood It's all good girl, do your thing And i'mma come home You gon' be looking at my ding dong Oh baby, a triple, it's done Man, where the f** is my gun I think I gotta run now It's time to go Ditch Jones baby With the mother f**ing flow [Verse 2] Bars But we ain't done Naah we ain't done (clears throat) It's Weezy mother f**er What's good b**h? Yo what's good Weezy Yo Ethan, I'mma tell you what it is boy Yo, ways a struggle For real, we all here Trying to live life, get a record deal But we ain't done It's all about that honey bun We on the run From the cops, got my mother f**ing gun Out the window, and i'm like POP POP And i'm Lil Wayne baby, and i'm yes smoking pot I'm chillin' with my girl, and I'm doing this all day Yeah i'm from (?), b**h nothing left to say Yo I went to jail, five times a week And I got guns all up in my mother f**ing backseat You can't tell me the mother f**ing stop Get the f** out my chat, with your hate and your pot I am done, I'm done With all this sh** I see I am Mitch Jones And guess i'm mother f**ing (?) In the dream that they k**ed yesterday They took it down, like it was a mother f**ing p**y play I'm like, nah Baby let me just one shot I need to go back to the life that I was in I am done and I didn't even Sin I might be dead tomorrow, what is up double chin Like a, like a, like a chillin' Yo It's Drake baby What's good Young Money b**hes Aight [Verse 3] Ya Weezy, I feel ya girl But it's just how the way the world It's how it works, and you shouldn't be pissed I ain't trying to make you with this diss But it's all good baby Thank you for taking me into the team I believe in the dream But you know what, Krispy f**ing Kreme It's time to quit it and go next thing What's the next thing I said I don't know This is Mitch Jones's back And I might out of dope But the f**ing song is ending, and it's so f**ing good Stream I'mma just chill in my hood Bars