Mad About Bars by Tre Mission Lyrics
[Instrumental 1]
[Verse 1: Tre Mission]
You don't know how the TG move
Too much lip, that's rude
Get dipped for the talk like food
Six up when the 6 Boy cut you
Hold six if you move
We could do the back-to-back too
Just know what it is, don't lose
You don't do the curb, I'm outside
My dad's a yardie, not naij
You and me, my G, we're not sides
You try eat this food, you'll get fried
I'm in London billing up ammi spliffs
But in the 6, kush fi get fried
You just slip and duck, we do slide
I'm too wassi, darg, you're too lie
Whoa, Koala and chince
Don't get minced, eww, what's that pie?
They forget the beef cause it died
Come to the ends, get flied
Mind what you say, don't mind me
Who said what? Who tried?
Pull up, skrrt, glide
Nigga, don't run, don't hide
Could've been El P, Scala
Could've been I Love Live
Could've been that way, same way
Could've been Green Belt Drive
Old school dargs in the Danforth, everyting live
Old school dargs in the Danforth, everyting live
Quick skrrt to the VP side
Can't vouch for these youts, don't know what they sing 'bout
You got a one free clothes and you skinned out
I'm in your girlfriend's car with my tings out
Niggas talk Chinese when the ching's out
Niggas talk too much when the beans there
Lil Uzi on the ends, no green hair
I'm on the south side, nigga, SE shh shh
That's undisclosed, it gets me here
Wait, wait, hold up, whoa
I'm with the smoky guys, it's not crow
I'm with my dargy [?], it's not dro
You need to fix your face, you're not cold
If I kiss teeth, you'll see sixteen
But if I grin teeth, you'll see gold
Niggas know Toronto gets cold
And I'm just as icy, get poled
[Verse 2: Merky ACE]
Man know me, Mad Max, I'm loco
War with me not simple like Oat So
Just cuh man digged out her throat hole
Don't think I'll do it for the gyal, that's a no-no
I was backstage, I was tryna flog coco
They was at the bar tryna stunt for the photos
Dem man 27 jumping out of Corsas
Thinking it's new but I tell them no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Fifteen when I did jump out the Volvo
Mask on, but it weren't Benny, nor Togo
Man describe the suspect in his photo
Victim dipped in his chest and ab though
21, I tried turn man dando
Love the 9 but that ting there jam though
Bad breed, hard ears, ASBO
Whip the chotch with the Orlando
Lakers jacket, no Lakers on the back though
I was frontline since then, them man know
Feds take pictures and dem boy dere snitching
My index finger's now got eczema
I do grease but still it's itching
Babe Ruth slugger and I'll pitch him
You'll give massages 'fore you put your dick in
I'll grab her arse stiff and tell her listen
You ain't tryna fuck? Then you best be missing
Didn't need to say it cuh her box was dripping
But I'm rough and rigid
Banging all the time, I don't know 'bout frigid
Now we talking roads, we ain't talking women
Leave 'em quaver quaver, that's curling, fitting
No porridge Quaker, earth him, now he's finished
Slapped it off near Maccies, and they heard it in Greenwich
Talking Popeye? Then the mash is spinach
Won't save that bitch, so don't think they listen
And joob went through before I was spitting
And it came back out, and it went back in it
My father jacket kept me warm at night
They was sprawled out, snoring inna duvet linen
Gs post in a wasteman's yard
Let it boom before it was bars
Had my own whip, it weren't no "ours"
One-handed, can't unclip her bra
Turned yourself into some fucking hard
Try rap, he's frying like some fucking lard
[?], I will take the charge
Lean up on him like a lamppost
Lean up on him like a shoulder barge
Man ghost feds, consult with marge
So GG, them boy ain't large
Eat sleep for dinner, yeah, man is starved
Rep for the Blue like Branislav
But it's glory, glory Man U, darg
Turn your T-shirt red, now you're repping ours
Who laugh last? Won't be a second laugh
Baow, baow, weapon blast
Head tekken arff
Wait
Piranhas right there, we some fucking sharks
They're just in the tub with a bubble bath
Man go function just to lock it arff
[Instrumental 2: "Ready When You Are" by Munroe]
[Verse: Tre Mission]
You don't know how the TG roll
Too much lip, that's bowl
Get dipped for the talk, don't troll
6 up when the 6 Boy cut you
Hold 6 if you told
Gyal too washed with her mouth
But tight when she quits, it's cold
You don't know how to rinse and fold
ODB, I was rinsing Old
They forget the beef cause it's old
Come to the ends, get poled
Shed no tear for the pagans
That's too bad, should've mind where you strolled
Too much pride in his head
That's vain, he can die with his gold
All my niggas on crime and it's cold
All my niggas on crime and it's flame out
Do dirt, make tunes, dick brains out
Ride out when it's wet, get rained out
I did too much road, I got rained out
You heard too much shots, you got reined in
You just bang on net, you don't bang out
I never called his phone, it just rang out
I had to call the bros and they ran out
It's like pick up sticks and do drum
Then it's back to ends and do rum
It's like 3-0 and 2-1
It's like [?] test a new gun
It's like pick up sticks and do drum
Then it's back to ends and do rum
It's like 3-0 and 2-1
It's like [?] test a new gun
Niggas just talk, that's lippy
Too much drugs, too trippy
Grew up with Elaine, not Nicki
Too much dust in this digi
Not with the new wave, ask Strictly
Old school Yoshi and Britney
Red top, straight through his kidney
Didn't bring no one with me
How can a fed with a dick wan' strip me?
Miss me with these new youts, no history
You were knee-deep in whisky
I was knee-deep on road where it's risky
You know I know Rooney and Risky
Brown skin yout but still move blickzy
Kuff kaff kweff, but you missed me
Should've got close and dipped me
Dem bwoy haffi get lead
Running from the opps, that's dead
When they see us, they duck
You know I'm old school like reds
Beat then skate like sled, whoa
Man ah just sing like Craig, whoa
How you get juuged in your face
And you niggas just bawl out wide like Kleff? Ayy
Snitch boy ball for the ref
Could've been cocaine, could've been meth
You know I make everyting stretch
Same way everyting stretch
Snitch boy ball for the ref
Direct corn if a nigga move left
Do you up quickly and leave
Bet you thought I was gonna say left, whoa
Snitch boy ball for the ref
[Instrumental 3]
[Verse: Merky ACE]
Fill up the scram with clams
You spent two bags on Loubz
I got the bouged ones when I stamped
I swear down, I ain't gay
But when feds came, I banked
Put him straight over, he planked
Like Prince of Persia, I'll nank
Ain't no rewinds, to be frank
I'm an Evil Knievel, front wheel lifter
Man ah jump off, that's hasta la vista
C'est la vie, jump out of Beetle
And SUV, don't pose for the picture
Tizzy Gang, upside down middle finger
Yeah, man have got smoke and cinder
Killer Instinct, not Robot Ninja
My ting shout, man shout out "timber"
Skid around the corner, big bike dinger
Man tek life, then swipe pon Tinder
Dressed in green with question marks on me?
Nah, but man are riddler
Riddle up your car with your little sister
Wig him and his dargs, you don't want it, I'm a hitter
Run a man down, where you running, little shit? I'll
Go on one knee and slap out his kidney
Slap out his headback, slap out his liver
See the blue lights, I'm gone
These corners, kids can't ramp on
Half in the pokes, that's a hard tampon
He's on the ropes since he got banged on
Jumping out the bushes, jumping out the bushes
Jumping out the bushes, that's where I'm flying from
Get my camp on tryna get a man gone
Boot a man's back, know what is man on
Heard that he thinks he's rough, so what?
Do it dolo, not co-op
Rather buy smoke than show off
Thought I meant crow? Uh uh
Came in the room with the brucker
Man ah don't swing nunchuck-a
Pussy, better run for cover
Or go human shield your mother
Cause I'll slap her too, and your brother
Killer with the dots like WWW
Do it onsite dot com, forward slash now
Nizzy on me, gonna haunt man down
'Cause the barrel's in the bush, deya by the shrubs
Man got doot, came with the snub
Man get rude, I ain't drapesing 'em up
Blade inna gut, gyal suck my hood
From the side like flute, I was rating her butt
It's bait, she's a slut
See me in the Blue with Kane in the cut
Reebok pumps, still lacing you up
Got my clear glasses? Then it's bait that it's tucked
Bally on? You're getting taken with us
Take turns, knock him out, then we're waking him up
Thingymajig with me and I came with thingybob
I'm with my man too, that's the winning squad
Look like Yeezy distressed his fitted top
That gyal sleazy, that's what I'm inna, dog
Me no inna boring gyal, is you giving glog?
Close that door and shh when you hit the spot
Turn a man's face for a mush when it's ripping off
Dem man won't come to the Hill cuh it's kicking off
Better put your seat back, windows tinted off
40 mile per hour, don't stop till you hit the top
And if you're [?] getting caught in traff
Ride up with the pushy, click, waff
I'm with - and -
Mishmash
110 on the dash
[Verse 1: Tre Mission]
You don't know how the TG move
Too much lip, that's rude
Get dipped for the talk like food
Six up when the 6 Boy cut you
Hold six if you move
We could do the back-to-back too
Just know what it is, don't lose
You don't do the curb, I'm outside
My dad's a yardie, not naij
You and me, my G, we're not sides
You try eat this food, you'll get fried
I'm in London billing up ammi spliffs
But in the 6, kush fi get fried
You just slip and duck, we do slide
I'm too wassi, darg, you're too lie
Whoa, Koala and chince
Don't get minced, eww, what's that pie?
They forget the beef cause it died
Come to the ends, get flied
Mind what you say, don't mind me
Who said what? Who tried?
Pull up, skrrt, glide
Nigga, don't run, don't hide
Could've been El P, Scala
Could've been I Love Live
Could've been that way, same way
Could've been Green Belt Drive
Old school dargs in the Danforth, everyting live
Old school dargs in the Danforth, everyting live
Quick skrrt to the VP side
Can't vouch for these youts, don't know what they sing 'bout
You got a one free clothes and you skinned out
I'm in your girlfriend's car with my tings out
Niggas talk Chinese when the ching's out
Niggas talk too much when the beans there
Lil Uzi on the ends, no green hair
I'm on the south side, nigga, SE shh shh
That's undisclosed, it gets me here
Wait, wait, hold up, whoa
I'm with the smoky guys, it's not crow
I'm with my dargy [?], it's not dro
You need to fix your face, you're not cold
If I kiss teeth, you'll see sixteen
But if I grin teeth, you'll see gold
Niggas know Toronto gets cold
And I'm just as icy, get poled
[Verse 2: Merky ACE]
Man know me, Mad Max, I'm loco
War with me not simple like Oat So
Just cuh man digged out her throat hole
Don't think I'll do it for the gyal, that's a no-no
I was backstage, I was tryna flog coco
They was at the bar tryna stunt for the photos
Dem man 27 jumping out of Corsas
Thinking it's new but I tell them no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Fifteen when I did jump out the Volvo
Mask on, but it weren't Benny, nor Togo
Man describe the suspect in his photo
Victim dipped in his chest and ab though
21, I tried turn man dando
Love the 9 but that ting there jam though
Bad breed, hard ears, ASBO
Whip the chotch with the Orlando
Lakers jacket, no Lakers on the back though
I was frontline since then, them man know
Feds take pictures and dem boy dere snitching
My index finger's now got eczema
I do grease but still it's itching
Babe Ruth slugger and I'll pitch him
You'll give massages 'fore you put your dick in
I'll grab her arse stiff and tell her listen
You ain't tryna fuck? Then you best be missing
Didn't need to say it cuh her box was dripping
But I'm rough and rigid
Banging all the time, I don't know 'bout frigid
Now we talking roads, we ain't talking women
Leave 'em quaver quaver, that's curling, fitting
No porridge Quaker, earth him, now he's finished
Slapped it off near Maccies, and they heard it in Greenwich
Talking Popeye? Then the mash is spinach
Won't save that bitch, so don't think they listen
And joob went through before I was spitting
And it came back out, and it went back in it
My father jacket kept me warm at night
They was sprawled out, snoring inna duvet linen
Gs post in a wasteman's yard
Let it boom before it was bars
Had my own whip, it weren't no "ours"
One-handed, can't unclip her bra
Turned yourself into some fucking hard
Try rap, he's frying like some fucking lard
[?], I will take the charge
Lean up on him like a lamppost
Lean up on him like a shoulder barge
Man ghost feds, consult with marge
So GG, them boy ain't large
Eat sleep for dinner, yeah, man is starved
Rep for the Blue like Branislav
But it's glory, glory Man U, darg
Turn your T-shirt red, now you're repping ours
Who laugh last? Won't be a second laugh
Baow, baow, weapon blast
Head tekken arff
Wait
Piranhas right there, we some fucking sharks
They're just in the tub with a bubble bath
Man go function just to lock it arff
[Instrumental 2: "Ready When You Are" by Munroe]
[Verse: Tre Mission]
You don't know how the TG roll
Too much lip, that's bowl
Get dipped for the talk, don't troll
6 up when the 6 Boy cut you
Hold 6 if you told
Gyal too washed with her mouth
But tight when she quits, it's cold
You don't know how to rinse and fold
ODB, I was rinsing Old
They forget the beef cause it's old
Come to the ends, get poled
Shed no tear for the pagans
That's too bad, should've mind where you strolled
Too much pride in his head
That's vain, he can die with his gold
All my niggas on crime and it's cold
All my niggas on crime and it's flame out
Do dirt, make tunes, dick brains out
Ride out when it's wet, get rained out
I did too much road, I got rained out
You heard too much shots, you got reined in
You just bang on net, you don't bang out
I never called his phone, it just rang out
I had to call the bros and they ran out
It's like pick up sticks and do drum
Then it's back to ends and do rum
It's like 3-0 and 2-1
It's like [?] test a new gun
It's like pick up sticks and do drum
Then it's back to ends and do rum
It's like 3-0 and 2-1
It's like [?] test a new gun
Niggas just talk, that's lippy
Too much drugs, too trippy
Grew up with Elaine, not Nicki
Too much dust in this digi
Not with the new wave, ask Strictly
Old school Yoshi and Britney
Red top, straight through his kidney
Didn't bring no one with me
How can a fed with a dick wan' strip me?
Miss me with these new youts, no history
You were knee-deep in whisky
I was knee-deep on road where it's risky
You know I know Rooney and Risky
Brown skin yout but still move blickzy
Kuff kaff kweff, but you missed me
Should've got close and dipped me
Dem bwoy haffi get lead
Running from the opps, that's dead
When they see us, they duck
You know I'm old school like reds
Beat then skate like sled, whoa
Man ah just sing like Craig, whoa
How you get juuged in your face
And you niggas just bawl out wide like Kleff? Ayy
Snitch boy ball for the ref
Could've been cocaine, could've been meth
You know I make everyting stretch
Same way everyting stretch
Snitch boy ball for the ref
Direct corn if a nigga move left
Do you up quickly and leave
Bet you thought I was gonna say left, whoa
Snitch boy ball for the ref
[Instrumental 3]
[Verse: Merky ACE]
Fill up the scram with clams
You spent two bags on Loubz
I got the bouged ones when I stamped
I swear down, I ain't gay
But when feds came, I banked
Put him straight over, he planked
Like Prince of Persia, I'll nank
Ain't no rewinds, to be frank
I'm an Evil Knievel, front wheel lifter
Man ah jump off, that's hasta la vista
C'est la vie, jump out of Beetle
And SUV, don't pose for the picture
Tizzy Gang, upside down middle finger
Yeah, man have got smoke and cinder
Killer Instinct, not Robot Ninja
My ting shout, man shout out "timber"
Skid around the corner, big bike dinger
Man tek life, then swipe pon Tinder
Dressed in green with question marks on me?
Nah, but man are riddler
Riddle up your car with your little sister
Wig him and his dargs, you don't want it, I'm a hitter
Run a man down, where you running, little shit? I'll
Go on one knee and slap out his kidney
Slap out his headback, slap out his liver
See the blue lights, I'm gone
These corners, kids can't ramp on
Half in the pokes, that's a hard tampon
He's on the ropes since he got banged on
Jumping out the bushes, jumping out the bushes
Jumping out the bushes, that's where I'm flying from
Get my camp on tryna get a man gone
Boot a man's back, know what is man on
Heard that he thinks he's rough, so what?
Do it dolo, not co-op
Rather buy smoke than show off
Thought I meant crow? Uh uh
Came in the room with the brucker
Man ah don't swing nunchuck-a
Pussy, better run for cover
Or go human shield your mother
Cause I'll slap her too, and your brother
Killer with the dots like WWW
Do it onsite dot com, forward slash now
Nizzy on me, gonna haunt man down
'Cause the barrel's in the bush, deya by the shrubs
Man got doot, came with the snub
Man get rude, I ain't drapesing 'em up
Blade inna gut, gyal suck my hood
From the side like flute, I was rating her butt
It's bait, she's a slut
See me in the Blue with Kane in the cut
Reebok pumps, still lacing you up
Got my clear glasses? Then it's bait that it's tucked
Bally on? You're getting taken with us
Take turns, knock him out, then we're waking him up
Thingymajig with me and I came with thingybob
I'm with my man too, that's the winning squad
Look like Yeezy distressed his fitted top
That gyal sleazy, that's what I'm inna, dog
Me no inna boring gyal, is you giving glog?
Close that door and shh when you hit the spot
Turn a man's face for a mush when it's ripping off
Dem man won't come to the Hill cuh it's kicking off
Better put your seat back, windows tinted off
40 mile per hour, don't stop till you hit the top
And if you're [?] getting caught in traff
Ride up with the pushy, click, waff
I'm with - and -
Mishmash
110 on the dash