Bars

Bars （星）-Lil Dicky

Yes sir What's good

Look I feel like every great rapper has one of these man

No hooks just bars

Let me catch my breath right quick Let's go

What it do was twenty-two up my the room

Thinkin''bout a way that I could make a move make a boom

Debated to move to L A to make it in movies

But traded the pool shade and gravitated to music

Now I'm spittin'the hottest sh*t it don't matter the competition

Is sadder than a bladder that be lacking a pot to piss in

It's actually kinda sicknin'the rap is beyond horrific

Admit it bruh Waka Flocka Flame is somehow respected

The game has gotta change used to listen to Jay

Up on the train now they floodin'the waves with 2chainz

I feel like I separate with my lines like 2lanes

It's a dark knight when the joker's better than them banes

Of the rap game all of 'em rap lame

They claimin'all 'em ballin'well then all of 'em Sac Kings

At least they in the league tho I can't even cop a f**king peacoat

That's why I'm aiming outside the box like it's a free throw

The w**d smoke f**king the air up

Got this muthaf**ka snacking more than Miggy Cabrera

Got this maf**ka rapping some crack and yapping about it on his cell phone

Tell holmes this is the track that I got my swell on

And I spit that sh*t so fast sometimes I need to slow it down

All these b**ches up in the crib it's like my home a pound

Tell me I ain't hold it down

Spitting ridiculous ticklin'b**ches

Up into they britches and rip 'em like tickets

And fastballs lookin'at a cutie on the dance flo'

I visualize that booty with the pants off

Had a little dance off

And I ain't had no shot it was the a**fault

Cuz shawty body arguably hotter than august asphault

They claimin'they great man these rappers straight lebronin'

I'm layin'in wait to smack the f**k up out dat spauldin'

I'm hatin'every song they celebratin'poppin'Dom

But I be takin'shots a brandy like a kobe at the prom pic

Bomb sh*t ya'll should see my muthaf**kin'blonde b**ch

The bombs on dat body shawty just gotta be Islamic

I twist and I turn her on 'til she wet like she a faucet

No rapper give you more a set isn't it ironic

Because I'm seein'these labels

Pumpin'out the horseshit got me callin''em stables

Pumpin'out the tours quick but they ain't makin'hits

Ain't nobody great as this

White boy killin'brothers on that Cane and Abel tip

Tri-tip steak up on a plate I'm on a date

With a dime b**ch nibbling cake

But nevermind that Someone tell me where the f**k the rhymes at

I was bumpin'Nas in his prime and you gonna sign that

Oh well guess I'm better than they'll ever be

I could do it serious but they prefer the levity

I ain't really hearin'nothin'

Say I ain't the man

I'm layin'in sand zero spf for the tan

But now I'm back in this muthaf**ka spit hotter than a flamethrowa

Waitin'to hear 'em call on my name like rap a game show

Tell me this is lame though I know that is bogus

Gotta focus be the dopest with the most set of quotes and the grossest

When I flow sick and the hope is

Notice is right around the corner my time to shine

Is almost aligned something like a quarter to nine

If I could have a quarter for the metaphors in my rhymes

I'd only have a couple dollas so I'm stickin'with dimes （know）

They getting off like a train stop

I'm lookin'at my d**k like how the f**k do you stay rock

No Southern Carolina how you got so much game cock

Cuz you movin'that v****a in the dark like a stage prop

It's all good I'm making this the outro

I had to f**kin'spit this is what I'm about bro

And you know what it is holla back up at the kid Slim Boner

So damn hard this sh*t is over

This sh*t is over

This sh*t is over