Barbershop

Ah didn't I tell you don't touch the sides? I'm going bald on top
You lucky you cool, I'ma let it ride
Slide, you played me so you can't get paid
How you goin' fuck up a don and cold dog his fade?
I look like UTFO one of them dudes from back in the days
The Educator Clapper is housing your coke and the spray
Barbershop niggas, always wind up fucking around
One minute you hot, next minute you not
Remind me of the New York Knicks with they jumpshots
Ox, wack as hell, my ratchet spell
Fuck up again you'll have a funny smell
All Reneece is doing straight nails
Putting in bangs for bitches
Hundred dollar weaves, some different strains of horsehair

Yo Tone put the gun away, the cops is here
(I want everybody down! I wanna see ID, and I don't wanna nobody saying nothing)
(I put one of you moolies back, I'm telling you right now)
(I will shoot any one of you guys, I'm telling you)
(Don't hit the exit)