Mad About Bars - Loski, Mixtape Madness, Kenny Allstar

When I speak the streets listen

AXL, AXL, AXL

Loose

The streets have been asking for it

So let me deliver it

The Voice of the Streets

Tired of all these fibs

My nigga, Y2 don’t miss

Why you think numerous guys been hit?

Anytime we get that drop, ay, SD dial up Wizz

I ain’t see a four-door come, I seen all of the Fields just run

I heard Harlem’s falling off

Chill on your block and I bet you get bun

And dey ain’t on the- 9

Cah they know dem times be sticky

Sixty on the gas from Kenny, I never knew we hit town so quickly

Tryna tek away someone’s pitney

Oi, don’t be silly

Got so much opps, if nuttin’s in the bricks then we lurk on a nizzy

OnDrills need a hundred waps, don-don need a hundred kitties

Back den done it twenty-two times, if MizMac joined in it would’ve been fifty

Now I’m gymin' it forty

Leng ones all on man, get naughty

Need hat now baby I’m bored, b

He ain’t done nuttin' since he been bored, b

Don’t make sense, how the fuck can a neek take bro?

Dem boy ain’t on their block, so we tryna bun opps in homes

Still pon lane that’s Gaza no drama, they don’t come in my zone

Two hand-tings, they twinning and GS, Y2 slapped both

Three shotguns, me, two g’s and Scratcha tryna hit man’s dome

Rest up broski S. A gave them a hard time with 2 rambo’s

Free bellz my jigga, only Bassy’s bigger than him (Only Bassy’s bigger than him)

Barber boy get them trim, Olympic ching, make them swim (Olympic ching,

make them swim)

Splash splash and I brag, god forgive me for my sins

Them- get it too, drill it if he next to king

CSG push it in, you ain’t seen a boy sink

You ain’t seen a boy sink, got it on me with a limp

And if you’re beefing me, I’ll make you hold some lead

Press the .9, I ain’t phonin' feds

Fuck your squad and your older men

Cah if I bore you up you best hope it bends

And I’m Loski Loose from Harlem, bro

Back my sumting and soak your friend

Shotty shells I’ll blow your men, only bros with me;

I’ll smoke a friend

Designer shit, full of drip

Man down when that nizzy flicks

Getting hat off hoes never kiss a bitch

Little man got kidnapped when bro hit the strip

Same dons talk a whole of waps and a whole of crash but don’t let it rip

Remember when I dropped the fucking shotty tryna smoke

Man, it had hella kick

Team no lacking, K’s up if you’re Kenny banging

They ain’t ever banging catch an opp and whack him

Need a bad one to set him up, we tannin'

Reckless, splash out and his neck’s wet

On the O, they ain’t come yet

But they sneak diss giving dumb threats

They make Snapchats on UDN

But second blocks where they never been

On the block they never chill

Don’t come 'round this shit is real

Two bad ones, baby, what’s the deal?

Free JoJo, love shoot for thrill

Designer coat, fashion jail

I love-I love seeing paigons spill

Been a long time since we went over to Kennington

But you know when we do Mad About Bars, my freestyles are just a little bit

different

So you know it’s worth the wait

So lets go back in

'Cause we can’t have Loose in the platform just to do the 1

You know we gotta hit them with two

Loose, O

Splash (Jheez)

Mileage high

Still lurk 'round on the other side do it in car or bike

That girl leng, uck was ten, but I can’t make that mine

See opps in the field, know we gon' drill

No way I’ll let that slide, no way I’ll let that slide

Mileage high

Still lurk 'round on the other side do it in car or bike

That girl leng, the uck was ten, but I can’t make that mine

See opps in the field, know we gon' drill

No way I’ll let that slide, no way I’ll let that slide

Still back that shotty for the dawgs dem

HS we attack—no warning

I was in Napa, shades on the face in the rave, couldn’t see that darling

And don’t jump out they drive and look, shook, fucking jarring

Don’t make no Snaps on the block 'cause SD go step 'round and bark it

This beef is frying, but don’t bang on the ends they lying

Last time I tapped that shotty, I hopped in a car;

my arm felt tired

Three waps up got crash desire

Let it sing like a choir, free bro Sav that’s a murder triar

Who have you bored you fucking liar?

You ain’t put your risk on chill

Gotta tell the barbies chill, what’s the deal?

Really in the streets for real

Two ways: dead or jail, or get rich

Never give heart to a bitch

Rather be dead than snitch, which would you pick?

Bet you’d dead real quick

Reality chat to the pigs

Loose

Mileage high, mileage high

Still lurk 'round on the other side, do it in car or bike

That girl leng, uck was ten, but I can’t make that mine

See opps in the field, know we gon' drill

No way I’ll let that slide, no way I’ll let that slide

Mileage high

Still lurk 'round on the other side do it in car or bike

That girl leng, the uck was ten, but I can’t make that mine

See opps in the field, know we gon' drill

No way I’ll let that slide, no way I’ll let that slide

So there you have it

We delivered

Season 3: Mad About Bars

It’s a wrap

Gone until further notice