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71 BARS Video (MV)




Performed By: OG Damyan
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: OG Damyan, Damyan Gill




OG Damyan - 71 BARS Lyrics




Feel like yesterday I was just on the block
Feel like uzi how I just wanna rock
Feel like carti hide it in my sock
I need me a chain and I need me a watch

That shit said smith he said it was a glock
He tried to up it till I upped the chop
He said chill I said don't get shot
Doin 120 could give a f*ck bout a cop

Me and my brodie you know that we spinnin
Get to the money that shit leave me grinnin
Blew 10 racks cos that's just how I'm livin
Pop out the cut and you know that we sinnin

Faded den a hoe I feel like fulcrum
Feel like it's the raq how I put it on foenem
Pull up with a stack all hundreds then throw em
Made me a rack in a snap I just had to show em

Gimme my money I feel like stewie
Keep me some drip but I'm still rockin truies
That boy ain't on shit he said he was gon sue me
Feel like flocka it's salute me or shoot me

Drivin slow cos it's dirty I'm ridin
Spun the block now the opps they're hidin
Smokin on gas that shit got me flyin
Spittin raps but I ain't even tryin

Ima takeoff - just like a rocket
Unplug that boy - right out the socket
Pass me the stick you know ima pop it
That boy ain't no gangsta he needa stop it

That boy ain't no gangsta that's what they keep tellin me
If I catch an opp then we're catchin a felony
Caught that boy lackin he was right at the spellin bee
All this dope feel like it's the 70s

Saw this shorty she was off of a bean
She is not for me she is for the team
Mash on the gas while I'm smokin on green
Skirt off the lot while I'm yellin out fein!

Skirt off the lot now it's back to that trap
Beatin up blocks and we beatin down packs
Came from the gutter so I cannot lack
If the trap slow I don't wanna rap

Feel like a machine all I do is spit fax-
This is straight fax nah this ain't no cap
RIP Miller but I stay with a mac
If I see 12 I'm doin the dash
If I see 12 I'm catchin a flight

I keep a strap so I cannot fight
Lil bro wanna flip he don't want no mic
Don't talk to police and don't talk to no mice
Don't talk to police please stay off my phone

Bro had a pint right next to the chrome
Don't want no friends why I'm rockin vlone
Called bro Houdini how he get the pack gone
Connect overseas might get the pack flown

I'm on the block so I gotta stay strong
Feel like I'm right but I know I'm dead wrong
Feel like a gorilla I feel like King Kong
I put in work so I'm gonna -

Hit up the club then f*ck up a cheque
I'm up now f*ck who said I'm up next
Still feel like uzi flex on my ex
Go to icebox then ice out my neck

F*ck the money I need the respect
First of the month it's time to collect
If you pull up best be comin correct
Pull up hop out, hop out with that tech

Pull up hop out and I'm like whatchu rep
Feel like drizzy when I get upset
1 deep how I'm comin you know how I step
1 deep you know how I'm comin

I'm off the shroom it f*cked up my stomach
All my shit clean cos we the ones compress it-stretch it-flip it-you know that we jumpin
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Feel like yesterday I was just on the block
Feel like uzi how I just wanna rock
Feel like carti hide it in my sock
I need me a chain and I need me a watch

That shit said smith he said it was a glock
He tried to up it till I upped the chop
He said chill I said don't get shot
Doin 120 could give a f*ck bout a cop

Me and my brodie you know that we spinnin
Get to the money that shit leave me grinnin
Blew 10 racks cos that's just how I'm livin
Pop out the cut and you know that we sinnin

Faded den a hoe I feel like fulcrum
Feel like it's the raq how I put it on foenem
Pull up with a stack all hundreds then throw em
Made me a rack in a snap I just had to show em

Gimme my money I feel like stewie
Keep me some drip but I'm still rockin truies
That boy ain't on shit he said he was gon sue me
Feel like flocka it's salute me or shoot me

Drivin slow cos it's dirty I'm ridin
Spun the block now the opps they're hidin
Smokin on gas that shit got me flyin
Spittin raps but I ain't even tryin

Ima takeoff - just like a rocket
Unplug that boy - right out the socket
Pass me the stick you know ima pop it
That boy ain't no gangsta he needa stop it

That boy ain't no gangsta that's what they keep tellin me
If I catch an opp then we're catchin a felony
Caught that boy lackin he was right at the spellin bee
All this dope feel like it's the 70s

Saw this shorty she was off of a bean
She is not for me she is for the team
Mash on the gas while I'm smokin on green
Skirt off the lot while I'm yellin out fein!

Skirt off the lot now it's back to that trap
Beatin up blocks and we beatin down packs
Came from the gutter so I cannot lack
If the trap slow I don't wanna rap

Feel like a machine all I do is spit fax-
This is straight fax nah this ain't no cap
RIP Miller but I stay with a mac
If I see 12 I'm doin the dash
If I see 12 I'm catchin a flight

I keep a strap so I cannot fight
Lil bro wanna flip he don't want no mic
Don't talk to police and don't talk to no mice
Don't talk to police please stay off my phone

Bro had a pint right next to the chrome
Don't want no friends why I'm rockin vlone
Called bro Houdini how he get the pack gone
Connect overseas might get the pack flown

I'm on the block so I gotta stay strong
Feel like I'm right but I know I'm dead wrong
Feel like a gorilla I feel like King Kong
I put in work so I'm gonna -

Hit up the club then f*ck up a cheque
I'm up now f*ck who said I'm up next
Still feel like uzi flex on my ex
Go to icebox then ice out my neck

F*ck the money I need the respect
First of the month it's time to collect
If you pull up best be comin correct
Pull up hop out, hop out with that tech

Pull up hop out and I'm like whatchu rep
Feel like drizzy when I get upset
1 deep how I'm comin you know how I step
1 deep you know how I'm comin

I'm off the shroom it f*cked up my stomach
All my shit clean cos we the ones compress it-stretch it-flip it-you know that we jumpin
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Writer: OG Damyan, Damyan Gill
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