Bar Codes Lyrics
[Intro: Youngs Teflon]
Yeah
(Hahaha, Richmade)
This that five below shit
This that rich made shit
Don't come outside without your bally on (Uh-huh)
Check it (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon]
I'm a good yute but I know how to use a semi (Yeah)
These niggas too red eye (Uh)
Back of the beamer, got a TV, it's a LI
Black KF1s when I'm feelin' like a rebel (Uh)
Turn me to a Sith, I grew up tryin' to be a Jedi (I swear)
But I ain't finished trainin'
Had to wipe my eyes when I done it, it was rainin'
Ways that we sling, not the gym, we still gainin' (Uh-uh)
Ask me how I'm doin', I'm juist pain-maintainin' (I guess)
New Chromе spinners, but it's lookin' like the old onе
No safety on it, gotta feel it with the gold ones
You ain't never ratted with the niggas who got told on me
My sword big like Chunkz, niggas switched up, like "Go hard"
Told my youngins "Chill", but they not easy (Uh-uh)
They be tryin' to turn you to a ghost without a ouija
Niggas grieve with envy, they Luigi (Huh?)
Pockets full of sweets, these ain't Haribos
Drop your MAC, pin, and we gon' fix you like Mario (Hee-hee)
[Chorus: Youngs Teflon]
This flick so good, it came from Panama (Panama)
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My booter give it two, he from a Yamaha (Grrt)
Half my brothers been reminded on a hammer charge (Half)
It's been a cycle since we had it on the handle bar (Now what they say, y'all?)
Still, we spit the real rap, the outsiders can't relate (They can't)
This that double-barrel, badder clove, it's master tape (All of that)
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