2 Chainz & Lil Wayne – Bars Lyrics

Bars

2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

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"Bars." - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 04:32 pm

Album: Welcome 2 Collegrove

Track No: 15

Yeah
Gotta come in hard on them Havoc beats, feel me?
My basic outlook to outcrook the man on the side
'Fore we hit the driveway, got my hand on her thighs
Touchin' the sky, I can skateboard on the cloud
Put 'em on so much loud, bet they won't make a sound
This that body rock, nonchalant
Don't make sense like a **** with dreads tryna own his own barber shop
Hard knock, hard to stop, take a new whip, then karate chop
Turn the fuckin' top to a halter top
Concrete jungle, I'll fuck Jane Doe
Industry bunch a **** swing on the same rope
Sit in the same room, fuck on the same ho
We on different planes if we is on the same boat
Captivative and creative
Potato head, turn 'em into mashed potatoes
My town is greater, downtown Decatur
Went to Pin Ups to pound-pound the waitress
**** might as well smoke a pound of hatred
Take a shot of jealousy and use a clown to chase it
Heard some **** try to say that my style is basic
Told 'em sit back with they style adjacent
Ran up in they crib like my style is Jason
Mask on, black card, mines is racist
Met a girl named Victory, I can taste it
I got a bigger crib, 'cause I replaced it
Uh, got a disease called Bars
Bars, yeah
Got a disease called Bars
Bars, ah
I give it to you, ah
I give it to you
I give it to you, ah
I give it to
Bastard flow, I had to though, I'm natural and practical, infatuated with the dope
Fanatical, banana clip ya apple though, I got more tunes than Apple Store
You screwed up and now them goons is at ya door with ransom notes
And we gon' need some answers though, answer more, you're modern family
Can suddenly become a canceled show, that's standard though
I'll have ya cousin be the one to cut ya throat, my standards low
I'm from New Orleans, you either be man or ho, and now they know
You mash and go when cash is slow, whatever go, and that you know
Got more texts than Apple Store, I have more sex than Scorpios
And I don't text or call them hoes, restaurant on all them hoes
I slept with foreign hoes that only heard the Carter IV
It's all for show, it's all a hoax, Rebecca's to Rizario's
I'm sorry for the hoes that get betrayed as sorry hoes
I'm sorry, hoes, but that just how the story goes, who are these hoes? Who brought these hoes?
I thought these hoes was for us all, my dog proposed, Lord
His cards exposed, his heart explode, his broads opposed, Lord
His market's closed, he's parched, he's cold, she sparked the stove, Lord
She washed the clothes, she fold the clothes, she on her toes, Lord
He lost control, forgot the bitch was on the pole, Lord
And, oh Lord, I brought some bitches from the road home
Told Hood, "Watch over them bitches like a fuckin' drone"
And hold on, I'm so gone, I'm in my mode, zone
Cough syrup till my cold gone, Tunechi, bitch
Uh, got a disease called Bars
Bars, yeah
Got a disease called Bars
Bars, ah
I get it to you, ah
I get it to you
I get it to you, ah
I get it to

Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Lil Wayne, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Michael Dean, Marvin Bernard, David Brown, K. Dellaportas, Curtis Jackson, Charles Lloyd, Chris "Trife" Patilis & Curtis Stewart.

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