Barbershop Talk J-Spliff (Ft. AZ)
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[Verse 1: AZ]
Out of the shadows
Bend forward spittin' bow and arrows
Well known to pierce through your bone marrow
Fresh [?], soft cut cattle
Fuck battles, steer down this gun barrel
Sounds travel, name-drop, veins pop
Weight pusher, y'all coughin' cocaine spots
Stop, just that cool breeze ease out
That field niggas leap out
But really wanna beep out
Reroute, twist make your bitch wanna reach out
Sneak out, thrown shots of lean to make 'em freak out
Heat out, so I gotta show 'em that I'm seein' clout
A groover, smoother than the Bourdillon Steve Stoute
Weed mouth, drier than the desert in Sahara
Spasm, Mayweather style, I'm a jabber
Rather play all retarded when I started
Regardless, niggas can't hear the movin' target
Heartless, came from the hood, it's all good
Did what I could, wish a nigga would -
Go left with it, 'cause I'm to the death with it
[?], ears Bissonette frigid
Livin' like every day is the last
Fast, fly clothes, hoes, and that cash
Ax - and you'll hear the same
Homie, ain't a game, what's my motherfuckin' name?
Out of the shadows
Bend forward spittin' bow and arrows
Well known to pierce through your bone marrow
Fresh [?], soft cut cattle
Fuck battles, steer down this gun barrel
Sounds travel, name-drop, veins pop
Weight pusher, y'all coughin' cocaine spots
Stop, just that cool breeze ease out
That field niggas leap out
But really wanna beep out
Reroute, twist make your bitch wanna reach out
Sneak out, thrown shots of lean to make 'em freak out
Heat out, so I gotta show 'em that I'm seein' clout
A groover, smoother than the Bourdillon Steve Stoute
Weed mouth, drier than the desert in Sahara
Spasm, Mayweather style, I'm a jabber
Rather play all retarded when I started
Regardless, niggas can't hear the movin' target
Heartless, came from the hood, it's all good
Did what I could, wish a nigga would -
Go left with it, 'cause I'm to the death with it
[?], ears Bissonette frigid
Livin' like every day is the last
Fast, fly clothes, hoes, and that cash
Ax - and you'll hear the same
Homie, ain't a game, what's my motherfuckin' name?
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