pop four bars
pop four more
catch me in the whip
in the whip imma score
with a w**** riding in a
four door

no d*** in the industry my brothers been my brothers

it's jay triple-double-entendre-domincan-monica-harmonica coming thru ya monitor

Get out the gat,
Shoot out the slats,
F***in yo b****,
Ass is real fat,
I hate a rat,
Bump Project Pat,
All I play in the trap,
Whippin a pie,
I do not cap

this could honestly just be a travis bars thread

Inserts Travis Scott lyrics

Cope detected

P***ographic, so dramatic, cinematic
Diamond flashes, so drastic, dress so classic
Roll that cabbage, get put in casket, you dope fanatic
You the baddest, I'm sarcastic, we both laughin'
I'm the baddest, I'm out in traffic (?) baggin'
Stuck to Suburban, twelve b****es straight out the beauty pageant
You know Reebok keep La feet hot, they be shipped in package
GL 600 or the palace that collab with classics

You the baddest, I'm sarcastic, we both laughin'
I'm the baddest, I'm out in traffic (?) baggin'

Lemme go out‘
D*** in ya mouth‘
Spit on your couch
F*** on your couch‘
Your mom is my spouse‘ b****
Kira in the house‘
Ronaldinho, b****
I‘m smoking loud

• xxxkiraxxx, 2021

All y’all could be ghostwriter’s for Larry June

Ayo you Playboi Carti‘s ghostwriter?

Jay electronica verse on Jesus Lord

Double platypuses, I gotta plate wit pie
Shawty looking into my ambition and now she surprised
Fish filet, Étouffée, she grill me like creme brulee
I'm driven, look how I'm living, licking my dinner plates
We bouta order another entree after desert like it's not too late
Baby anticipating the location of where I stay
I tell her, hold ya horses we push Porsches and live out by the lake
But before I can whisk away, I gotta ask you baby are you gonna eat that slice of cake (BOSS!)

Idk man you described a pretty detailed evening with a young lady. Title said spir some bars about nothing

F&N, I smoke on organic, uh, yeah (Organic)
She bend down, she need some more breath, uh, yeah, yeah
I got smoke all in the air, uh, yeah (I got smoke all in this ho)
F*** this up and you get left (What? F*** this up and you get left, yeah)
AP on my f***in' left (Uh, yeah, hold up)
Stack it up right on the shelf, uh (Stack it up like, stack it up)
Your b**** look familiar (Your b****, your b****, uh, b****)
I got drip all everywhere (Your b****, yeah)
I got cash all everywhere (Hold up, your b****, beep)
I'ma do this by myself, uh, yeah (I'ma do this by, ooh)
On the jet by, by myself, uh, yeah
And I touch down and shoot the gas tank, uh, yeah (Hold up)
I touch down and get my fingers wet, uh, yeah, uh (I touch down and get my fingers wet)
My b**** got that G.O.A.T. head (My b**** got that G.O.A.T. head)
Riding 'round on moped, uh (Pop that bean and count them deads)
My b**** off the Percocet (My b**** off the Percocet)
Pop that bean and count them deads, uh (Pop that bean and count them deads)
Yeah, she suck me, I can't feel my legs, yeah (Pop that bean and count them deads)
My b**** yucky, she don't use no hands, hold up (My b**** yucky, she don't use no hands)
Dance floor with the diamonds dancin', uh, yeah, uh (Dance floor with the diamonds dancin')
Dance floor with the diamonds dancin', uh, yeah, yeah (Dance floor with the diamonds dancin')
That's why you cop by them bags, uh (Yeah, yeah)
In L.A. I smoke that gas, uh
In L.A. I link with slatt (And I)
That b**** with you, she gave you back (Uh)
I f***ed that b****, then gave her back, uh (I f***ed that b**** then, yeah)
I nut on her, she make me 'lax (Yeah)
That gun on me, I cannot lack (That gun on me, yeah)
Your b**** right, she got it clapped (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can die 'bout yours, boy, you get clapped
I took that lil' boy right off of the map (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We killed them boys right here, right in the trap
I love my lean, I f***ed around, relapsed (Yeah)
I f***ed that b****, he runnin' 'round in laps
You touch down in my city, you better tap
That b**** 'round here, she know she gotta tap (Yeah, uh)
I seen that b**** ridin' 'round in Nudy 'Cat, huh (Nat-nat)
That b**** with me and now she on that pack (Nat-nat, nat-nat, nat-nat)
I'm on Southside and I'm weighin' the crack (I'm on Southside and I'm weighin' the crack)
I'm on Southside, yeah, hand on the gat (Southside, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on Southside every day with blatt, uh (Uh)
I'm on Southside, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It started off about nothing, then I heard Ross voice in my head and couldn't help but finish