[Part I]

[Intro]
Who made this? JB made this
Kenny Allstar
Chase
What you sayin', brudda? You bringin’ the mask back out for this one?
Alright, I see we gettin' old school with this Mad About Bars
Yo-yo, yo-yo

[Chorus]
You can hang with them and not be involved, but guess what? I don't care
If you’re not from there, don't stand 'round there 'cah anythin' goes, I swear
Tryna put my man in the air, the same way his killy went up in the air
Air, send him up there, tell your friend "Hi" when you get up there

[Verse]
I don't know 'bout bygones, we bygones, but I know 'bout bine on bine
I don’t care ’bout any outsiders, just know that I'll K for mine
Tryna know if you’rе fuckin' with them man, sincerely, your lifе is signed
This little light of mine, on the other side, we lettin' it shine
He's-He’s-He's talkin' for interviews while I'm tryna put my man up on the news
On the glide, no pick and choose, an opp is an opp, I'm into you
I ain't on Peekaboo, let me buck one of them, they gon' know who's who
Besides that, I'm on P's and Q's, still anythin' B get boomed
They gonna know "Wagwan, what's popping?", you'll soon link my man up in a coffin
You know I'm MB mobbin', Airforce rockin' and I'm CG droppin'
Free Trap, all the opps are rotten, big man, better back your cousin
Don't cap on the net, stop bluffin', you ain't gone back since you held that bun
First thing's first, let's talk some facts, one got bun 'cause he thought he was that
The other got bun, but that was way back, four years later, I think he's cool with that
It's calm they can do up chat 'cah when they see us, we're action packed
No blood, no Crip, we slime and slap, when I see my man, I'm puttin bine in that
Big man, don't get in your feels, put on your boots and get in the field
Bun-Bun, I ain't got no chill, they ain't king and shit, I'm the King Of The Hill
The streets ain't real, last guy that I caught try call Old Bill
Me and bro's like Grant and Phil, he ain't touched my skin, he's lyin' still
[Chorus]
You can hang with them and not be involved, but guess what? I don't care
If you're not from there, don't stand 'round there 'cah anythin' goes, I swear
Tryna put my man in the air, the same way his killy went up in the air
Air, send him up there, tell your friend "Hi" when you get up there
You can hang with them and not be involved, but guess what? I don't care
If you're not from there, don't stand 'round there 'cah anythin' goes, I swear
Tryna put my man in the air, the same way his killy went up in the air
Air, send him up there, tell your friend "Hi" when you get up there

[Part II]

[Intro]
*air horn*
Who made this? JB made this, ehehe

[Chorus]
I'm everyone's first call for a glide, they know what I'm on and they know how I'm like
Side by side, make red shells fly
Head to sky, that's lead to ya-eye
If he's not dead then he's paralysed, and I don't stop ying till I'm satisfied
Lock and load and let it fly, lock and load and fling the bine

[Verse 1]
I'm a real bad man, so I back my chat
**** got boxed, didn't have no chat
When **** got chopped, didn't have no chat, so why's it now that they all got chat?
They say they got waps, better stay with that
'Cah I'm everythin' K and I stand on that
Tryna grab man's head and stamp on that, when I see my man, I put your hands on that
**** said they bad, but can't defend that, **** got bun, they didn't defend that
When **** got bun, they didn't deflect that, been four years now, man, where's the get back?
Big .44, amazin' kick back, they try pull up, we send 'em right back
Let's rock and roll, not hearin' no judge
I'm a bad boy yute, not takin' back chat
Send me the addy, you know I'm on that, rude boy yute wanna take back chat
Same way how **** got slapped weren't the same way how **** got attacked
Brand new waps, all courtesy for the brand new packs, slap
They know my ting won't post where they at 'cah anything goes, you can hold me to that
Everythin' fucked when I step in the room (Boy, boy), turn up the room
Tall dot-dot get handled like brooms
Get the drop on the opp, we vroom
He held one, but he should have got two
War is war, can't skip on my loot
I'm cool right now, don't fuck up my mood
Everythin' fucked when I get in the mood
[Chorus]
I'm everyone's first call for a glide, they know what I'm on and they know how I'm like
Side by side, make red shells fly
Head to sky, that's lead to ya-eye
If he's not dead then he's paralysed, and I don't stop ying till I'm satisfied
Lock and load and let it fly, lock and load and fling the bine