Barrin You Bitches

I'm staying crunk,

I'm plenty drunk

I can't be barrin' you bitches

I'm staying crunk,

I'm plenty drunk

I can't be barrin' you bitches

These boys ain't wild,

I'll fuck them cowards

Stick them bitches for riches

My nigga silent night, deadly night

That's when

I start, when

I start creepin' like a hitman

Scope my man then

I toss the dynamite

Bitches y'all ain't got the guns, bitches y'all ain't got the funds

Fuckin' around with

Three to Six

I'll make you niggas duck and run

Hoes this ain't no game

I'm playin'

I'm sayin',

I'm fed up with you boys

Crunchy catch that trick back on that

Ways he still remember them punks

Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga

Make his eyes close

I drop you niggas like

I drop my hoes

I say we marchin' and steppin'

Plenty weapons we packin'

Why you haters be lackin'?

Always dissin' with rappin'

How you bumpin' our shit

Then you turn around an you diss?

You wouldn't want to step

We been in this shit you rookie bitch

Let me see who it be, shh psych boy

I ain't sayin' your name, you know who you are

Lil' BoyIn my time

I saw faces, people of shades and races

People nail me to crosses like

I'm Jesus, you

SatanI'm staying crunk,

I'm plenty drunk

I can't be barrin' you bitches

I'm staying crunk,

I'm plenty fucked

I can't be barrin' you bitches

I'm staying crunk,

I'm plenty drunk

I can't be barrin' you bitches

These boys ain't wild,

I'll fuck them cowards

Stick them bitches for riches

Now I ain't fucked up 'bout these niggas dissin''

Cause a nigga givin' these blessings

See you like a dog you fetching

Starin' at a fuckin' weapon

Know your momma taught you better

Never try to diss a player

Maybe I can kill you now

Or stall around and kill you later

Probably I should call the boys

Tell them to bring them toys

We gonna bust them bitches

And fold them up like aluminium foil

And keep loadin' them guns

Takin' 'em one by one

Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks

Until the job is done

Take em' on a lyrical holocaust

Infamous is just our mafia boss

Nigga walk around with his head blown off

Call me the wicked ass lord of farce

Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart

Infamous coke has got no heart

Coming through the hoe, ain't no motherfuckin' boss

Fall to the earth [unverified]

Hoes be froze in a permanent dose

These bitches blow me outta their clothes

Call me the nigga with the dirty nose

That will unload a 44 up to the foes

Ain't no playin' with you motherfuckin' hoes

Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know

But the Infamous know you

So and so and toe and toe,

I take the flow

I'm staying crunk,

I'm plenty drunk

I can't be barrin' you bitches

I'm staying crunk,

I'm plenty fucked

I can't be barrin' you bitches

I'm staying crunk,

I'm plenty drunk

I can't be barrin' you bitches

These boys ain't wild,

I'll fuck them cowards

Stick them bitches for riches

Ah, [unverified] dress up on my head see

Heard dat?

Ask motherfuckin' scared nigga

Hell yeah, jumped up out the bed'

Cause no sofa bed bitch ya heard?[Unverified] 4 clickas

Ain't going out like no bitch

Ain't no [unverified] out this place

Like that fog up in my face

Ain't no rollin' like no sissy, ain't no busta bitch, okay?

Grab that gat cocked and handle

Like they think that

I'm crazed

So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid

I'm staying crunk,

I'm plenty drunk

I can't be barrin' you bitches

I'm staying crunk,

I'm plenty fucked

I can't be barrin' you bitches

I'm staying crunk,

I'm plenty drunk

I can't be barrin' you bitches

These boys ain't wild,

I'll fuck them cowards

Stick them bitches for riches