Bars Lyrics - Lil Dicky

1 [Intro]

2 Yessir, What's good

3 Look, I feel like every great rapper has one of these man

4 No hooks, just bars

5 Let me catch my breath right quick, Let's go!

6 [Verse]

7 What it do, was twenty-two up my the room

8 Thinkin' bout a way that I could make a move, make a boom

9 Debated to move to L.A. to make it in movies

10 But traded the pool shade and gravitated to music

11 Now I'm spittin' the hottest shit, it don't matter the competition

12 Is sadder than a bladder that be lackin a pot to piss in

13 It's actually kinda sicknin', the rap is beyond horrific

14 Admit it bruh, Waka Flocka Flame is somehow respected?

15 The game has gotta change, used to listen to Jay

16 Up on the train, now they floodin' the waves with 2 chainz

17 I feel like I separate with my lines like 2 lanes

18 It's a dark knight when the joker's better than them banes

19 Of the rap game, all of 'em rap lame

20 They claimin' all em ballin', well then all of em Sac Kings

21 At least they in the league tho,I can't even cop a fuckin peacoat

22 That's why I'm aiming outside the box, like it's a free throw

23 The weed smoke fuckin the air up

24 Got this muthafucka snackin more than Miggy Cabrera

25 Got this mafucka rappin some crack and yappin about it on his cell phone

26 Tell holmes this is the track, that I got ma swell on

27 And I spit that shit so fast sometimes I need to slow it down

28 All these bitches up in the crib, it's like ma home a pound

29 Tell me I ain't hold it down

30 Spittin ridiculous, ticklin' bitches

31 Up into they britches, and rip em like tickets

32 And fastballs, lookin' at a cutie on the dance flo'

33 I visualize that booty wit the pants off

34 Had a little dance off, and I ain't had no shot it was the ass fault

35 Cuz shawty body arguably hotter than august asphault

36 They claimin' they great, man these rappers straight lebronin'

37 I'm layin' in wait, to smack the fuck up out dat spauldin'

38 I'm hatin' every song, they celebratin' poppin' Dom

39 But I be takin' shots a brandy like a kobe at the prom pic

40 Bomb shit, ya'll should see ma muthafuckin' blonde bitch

41 The bombs on dat body shawty just gotta be Islamic

42 I twist and I turn her on 'til she wet like she a faucet

43 No rapper give you more a set...isn't it ironic?

44 Because I'm seein' these labels

45 Pumpin' out the horseshit, got me callin' 'em stables

46 Pumpin' out the tours quick, but they ain't makin' hits

47 Ain't nobody great as this

48 White boy killin' brothers on that Cane and Abel tip

49 Tri-tip steak, up on a plate, I'm on a date

50 Wit a dime bitch, nibbling cake

51 But nevermind that, Someone tell me where the fuck the rhymes at

52 I was bumpin' Nas in his prime and you gonna sign that?

53 Oh well, guess I'm better than they'll ever be

54 I could do it serious but they prefer the levity

55 I ain't really hearin' nothin'

56 Say I ain't the man

57 I'm layin' in sand, zero spf for the tan

58 But now I'm back in this muthafucka, spit hotter than a flamethrowa

59 Waitin' to hear em call on ma name like rap a game show

60 Tell me this is lame, though I know that is bogus

61 Gotta focus, be the dopest, with the most set of quotes, and the grossest

62 When I flow sick, and the hope is

63 Notice is right around the corner, my time to shine

64 Is almost aligned, something like a quarter to nine

65 If I could have a quarter for the metaphors in my rhymes

66 I'd only have a couple dollas so I'm stickin' wit dimes (ya know)

67 They getting off like a train stop

68 I'm lookin' at ma dick like how the fuck do you stay rock

69 No Southern Carolina, how you got so much game cock

70 Cuz you movin' that vagina in the dark like a stage prop

71 It's all good, I'm making this the outro

72 I had to fuckin' spit, this is what I'm about bro

73 And you know what it is, holla back up at the kid Slim Boner

74 So damn hard, this shit is over