Baby Glitch - I Get Bars For Free Lyrics

I'm on the track
Hard to catch me out in traffic, I still got that bitch with me, ho
I can't go out like I'm Sean, I'm gon' slide with that Gen three
In the backseat of a striker, got lil' cuz nem' with me
We gon' firebomb yo crib if we can't catch you in the streets
I got boy and girl with me, you would think I'm babysittin
Five thousand blues on the hound, the Cincinnati from the mitten
Lil' bro don't be up in the kitchen, he only like to play with switches
Known to walk you down and shoot you in yo' shit, no need for distance
Gang throw P's just like the Pistons, throw a seven.62 through your heart
Like G5 bounce out with that Gen five, it ah tear yo' shit apart
I don't give a f*ck about no cameras, can't see my face with a mask in the dark
Big bro get crazy in the kitchen, he smack the F til it look like Tar
ARP at you from far, he run like Ricky, he still getting hit
I was dead, broke me and brodie kicked a door, for four spanks of fet
I ah shoot you by my brother, we ain't a gang, bitch, this a mob
Really got that one unit on our ass, they really tryna do they job
Had to stop sippin' the drink, I'm on the run, still spinnin
Got some dog inside my pants, I dropped my head, she still spinnin
Put this .45 to yo' chest and it ah rip straight through yo' gristle
Smack five zips back to back, won't leave the crib without my pistol
Everything go for the high ho, we don't never do no bargain
Hop out back of the striker, I'm on my feet to hit my target
Me and Brodie flipped the block like we just was playin' Tetris
They say don't shoot the messenger, I'll kill you over a message
You gon' get sent up with yo' dad, you was never RTB
Gang way too grimey, back door gang, we still gettin' tar for free
Got fire heads on the footies, but I get the bars for free
Glock 27 with the stick, won't let it get that far from me
Brody walk down with a Glock, he tryna hit you and yo' mans
I bust 200 wops down and doubled up a zip of tan
Lil' Brodie got to throwin' shots with A.R.P. Chase
If he ran, don't lose yo' life, tryn close yo' eyes
Cause we want every shot to land
Lil' Brodie got to throwin' shots with A.R.P. Chase
If he ran, don't lose yo' life, tryn close yo' eyes
Cause we want every shot to land