40 Barz

[Intro: Big Shug talking] We're gonna get it in right now. Y'all niggas know. Uh huh. What it is [Verse One: Big Shug] I'm not a duffle bag boy but a suitcase man With documents inside to make you some grands Have sex with hot ladies who got big cans Big Shug baby, don of Murderpan Whip 40 cars, got 40 scars Got it in smash, spit 40 bars For all of those that like to talk shit a lot Come around the block [?] [Verse Two: Edo G] No scene, the whole Bean Eyesight of an eagle, so keen by no means Get money like Goldstein Grown men no teams, slow death like old fiends Bitch rappers on my ass like old jeans With no seam, knock 'em out like codeine So when I'm touring, the first in space Like Yuri Gagarin, Edo will surely determine [Verse Three: Singapore Kane] If you dudes think I'm pussy pay a gynecologist and check me Right handed niggas get slapped lefty Cash is the reason I mash but I'm poetic too I'm bad to the skeletal my beef is inedible Singer and Special Teamz, bound to wreck your jeans Big Shug brings pain you can't heal with morphine From Boston to Berlin the cash disperse Count all my euros or get laid out like astroturf [Verse Four: Slaine] You can catch me driving a 'Lac with tires that's flat Open bottle in the lap and I'm wired on 'ngac I owe bookies out the ass ask Calvin and Pat They blowing up my phone but I never dial them back I hit the liquor store dwelling like a loaded whirlwind Split for tour now they tell me we gon' go to Berlin I got the rum up in the cup and the soda swirling I'm a fat fuck rubbing the promoter's girlfriend [Verse Five: Jaysaun] They call me Red Light Jizzle when the semen hits you Laser guided one puddle launch a penis missile You pussy, put the shoes on, I've seen 'em fit you I'm in Munich serving German hoes wienerschnitzel Turkish broads blowing cock like a Tootsie Pop Outside of the kabob spot It takes like chicken, smells like beef but truly it's red Half white, half black, what type of moolie is that? Jaysaun, head of my home wherever I roam Fifty euros for the fuck and suck, but thirty for dome [Outro: Big Shug talking] That's what it is baby. 40 bars. Special Teamz, Big Shug mayne. We on the other side of the world smashing shit the fuck up. Y'all know what time it is. And don't jump up on the motherfucking stage cause you will get a headcrack. Ya feel me? Boston bitches, hahaha