Young Dro — Bars

[Verse: Young Dro, T.I., Mac Boney and Spodee] I got a french supermodel, I give her bone jur And I like [?] I'm with my brothers, this shit here so Atlanta We fuck up the city, we be like them niggas in Paris I know these niggas embarrased, looking at a Haris Primetime television, the label don’t get my vision My reputation a legend, loyalty over peasants These bitches like "I'm the shit", I'm like "shit, hoe who you telling?" [?] maxomous, up there with exadous All I need is X and Dub, to get these hoes ready, cause Bitches want the dick from you, they don’t really want the love Bitches wanna shop with you, kick it at the strip club Different night, different shoes, all kind of trentch names Christion, Michael, all kind of Vera Wangs Baby I'm a gangsta, I don't play no games This pistol, reefer, all kind of gold things Spending 3 stacks in 13 nights, bitch I'm fly today Anything I get on I annihilate I get the feeling suckers looking at me sideways Pussy nigga, you must wanna die today If I was vegan and you was beef, I'd still eat it You bustin to feed it, I'm with the cleaners, industrial squeegy Ain't no doubt about it, duckin, I clutch it and squeeze it My K German, but the techs from Russia and Sweeden Any enomy we need defeated is easy for me, there's no need be worrying bout it Come on, one of my gunners just got out of jail, he be there in a hurry Saying my name in a song, you gon get layed out on your lawn Shoot him [?] You find out we better when pressure is on Eh wait, I hit him in the Benz, Future’ll shoot ya The audomor from Switzerland, the Swis account crusial 5 gaters with eyes that see where you is Mafia clan, [?] This is the mafia nigga, the mob We don’t give a fuck if you run up and rob Get yourself hurt, or worse in the durt Been folling your gut, not folling your thirst Ask your mom, you gon end up in a herse Boy, watch how you talk in your verses Eh boy, we got killers that ready to merk A hundred [?] willing to work Cairfull which one you let hop in your vert The GPS [?] From there, we just track him and hack him, stack him Ride him and [?] [?] Topple the rivers, topple the dinner I'm killin them niggas nobody remembers And this is why I should be losing my temper The crib is laced, concored space, mars Everytime I spit, what come out my face? Bars Straps and bones, we taking them iThe trap rocking, and [?] glockin [?] Yello ice bitch, piss on the arm Vietnamese bitch on the arm, she mixed with Japanese Frank Muler, something sick on my arm And you know I put piss on the charm Sucka niggas look like a fall Take a look into my crystal ball Chill, a nigga make your bitch crawl I was checking hoes all in [?] Locking pounds off, nigga splitting up the cost I came from the bottom [?] Can’t play under me, I read you like [?] [?] rapping and trapping like [?] And till then I'm smoking swishers till my lungs hurt