JLSXND7RS - Wots Bars? lyrics

[Hook] What's bars? What's real? What's hard? What's bars? What's real? What's hard? [Verse] The one that they love to hate But can't hate in front of face Back now, clap rounds, man down Ayy, don't get your likkle self spun today 2-16 went Casper the most Now it comes like I can go chat to the ghost Called the man in my home, out here alone Said he's out for my dome, I ain't taking his word I hear the word workrate He can talk workrate, but who's rating the work? Nah, not me, still the tables have turned Leave him six foot deep with a face full of worms Face full of dirt Been doing this since I could play by the curb We'll hit the corner like Kirby Always been live and certi Still f** the feds if they search me Nowadays, feds can't tell if it's dank or body odour So they don't approach us Got the cats fiending like Kel loves orange soda Belling off the old Motorola And I told you I'm good and I've always been kosher, kosher Girl dem love when I pose for photo No joke, throwing all hearts on Insta B, it's only a picture Still throw up a TBT before I was TBC That's the best confirmed Still go sets and murk, still come to your gigs Round up six, seven man, let's go lurk Can't clash Ty if I clash them first MicTy got hooks and right jabs Why's he looking like that? Sad man, never liked the look of my man See, you've gotta admit, he's got a p**yhole face That what you mean by, that what you mean by Gotta admit, he's got a p**yhole face That what you mean by f**ed in the head? Don't wanna hear my name up in no mix-up Unless mixer has me up in a blend I'm comfy, trust me, up in the ends f** what he's on and f** what he says Right now, I only f** with the best Feature myself, see, man's sicker Right now, I feel on top of the world Like I just found the keys to Beenie Man's bimmer Zim Zimma, what I say? Feature myself For the last few months, I've been feeding myself Might see me on D to the L My bloodline, blud, not B to the L Going on crazy, still shouting pree him as well On war, we'll still see to the shells You're ga**ed, you're dreaming Next transfer season, get a new team in as well Just taking the piss, I'll be out in a sec All these online trappers with their ounces on their Back pockets and a house full of creps When's all that down in the flesh? Right now, I ain't got an ounce of respect Said that with my chest, I'm back here again Got bars, got flows, got thousands of them And if you doubt in your head, I'm down to address There's man that didn't wanna hear MicTy Now it's a case of who? What? Where's MicTy? Here's MicTy, to the wot? [Hook] What's bars? What's real? What's hard? What's bars? What's real? What's hard?