OX - Bars Of d**h lyrics

[Eskiip] Eskiip and ox n***a we don't play Pushing out weight err day Cuff yo' chick, before she, give that oral forplay Dirty b**h throw, her out like a tissue Give her dope dick 1 time screaming out I miss you Eskiip b**h, heres a tissue Wipe my kids up off ya face White stuff I ain't talking bout tooth-paste Glock make you jump, kris cross, shoe lace Girl gripping on my piece While im busting on her bobbies [ahhhh] Who's he, n***a that eskiip Rhyming on beat I like, a freak in the streets A freak in the sheets Do what ever, cause Im a real n***a A trill n***a from Virginia thou So I gotta keep it trill for All my hood n***as, and my good looking women Down with me since the beginning Ain't tryna hop on deck when im making millions Eskiip and ox n***a we the realest Fa-f** ya feelings Getting that green and the cabbage You know that I'mma spend it See this real sh**, its real raw and it's real rap I know some n***as that claim they from the streets but never seen or bust a strap All my n***as got choppas like biker club Get tampons ready if you want war You leaking blood, im the sh**, toilet bowl. Eskiip the new bomb C4 You never touch keys n***as, C-Note Rewind that, and go deep back, im different from these other cats Cut from a different cloth, you don't live what you rap n***a, that fiction [huh] Im what the games been missing Yall the BGC club all b**hes Snapbacks, give a n***a fresh looks Im fly balling westbrookes Punchlines hitting like a right hook Money thick, something like a textbook Ox gang nothing above that Rapping all the time cause you know a n***a love that I can make it rain b**h but I make it flood b**h But it's like snow, cause I gotta shovel it Im back in this b**h once again Swagga mean, has no friends Eyes red, veins of the devil advocate Racks on racks im stacking it Eskiip murding this beat Ya wife I beat it, young mike Jackson Deep in the p**y, so im laughing Ass so fat, so I gotta grab it Smack it, smashed it, pa** it off to ox gang so he kan hit it n***as copy style that gay boii Got my own style im original Eskiip k**ing yall funeral. Eskiip im signing out [Ox] It's slaughter house but its word of mouth Lyrics like shells so ima load the rounds n***as spittin stupid so ima loan the rounds Sending n***as up cause I don't hold em down I ain't f**in with yah n***as yah some real snakes Actin in documentries that's real fake But I betchu ain't get it tho Sinking it might take a min tho You a Real dumb n***a stuck on how come n***a Real dick head don't know how it work n***a Yous a clown to a n***a court jester Envy the crown on a n***a Im the best of Any n***a you might compare me too Chastity belt Im unf**witable n***as spittin shyt somebody else rote At yah neck Sharp words cut throat Oh yea I did it, you start the shyt and I finish No name to the face when I body bag a n***a Gone b4 the ER no bringing back a niga No use for a trigger these bar serve his dinner This verse be the k**a Never wrote nuttin realla Shells filled em no room for dessert Life on the edge get em pushed for the work Educate a n***a get a push in his work Give em back to earth Cover em in dirt