No Bars Lyrics was released on July 14, 2023, from the Album ‘RAW’. The song was sung by JT. No Bars Song Lyrics are penned by JT, Nicki Minaj, BrizzyOnDaBeat, Noc, and Michael Kofi Bonsu. The song labels are Quality Control, Motown, and Universal. While the song was produced by BrizzyOnDaBeat and Noc.
Song Credits:
| Released | July 14, 2023 |
| Album | RAW |
| Singer | JT |
| Songwriter(s) | JT, Nicki Minaj, BrizzyOnDaBeat, Noc & Michael Kofi Bonsu |
| Producer(s) | BrizzyOnDaBeat & Noc |
| Label | Quality Control, Motown, Universal |
No Bars Lyrics:
(I got brizzy on the beat, he go crazy)
(What up, noc)
What you workin’ with?
Yeah, what you workin’ with?
Uh, what you workin’ with?
Show a real bitch what you workin’ with
Pay for this pussy, nigga (yeah)
Get yo’ bands up
Oh, you ain’t trickin’, nigga?
I’ma hit yo’ mans up (the fuck)
Cold-ass cocky bitch
Fur in the summertime (brr)
He gon’ keep the bills paid
’cause he know a bitch fine
Bitches always in my business, jt
What you really do? (what?)
I be at home playin’
Fetch by a swimmin’ pool (bing)
I’m a real big dog, bitch
You a scrappy-doo
Doin’ all that wifey shit knowin’
He don’t fuck with you
Poster girl pussy, in yo’ nigga dreams
I’ma hold a semi
Bust whoever in between (bop)
Gangster bitch, jt, medellín
Haven’t heard from the opps, yeah
They ain’t said a thing (shh)
I’ll be damned, nigga
You know who I am, nigga (huh)
Long way from crackin’
Cars and pullin’ scams, nigga (yeah)
Bitchеs on my dick
Pretty like a transgendеr (ow)
Sit this pussy on his chin in a chinchilla
Fifty floors up
Can’t hop out my coupe unless
I lift the doors up (ayy)
Told my nigga twin turbo
V8 the motor (skrrt)
Self-esteems drop every time
I show up, yeah
Wrist doin’ eighty in a 35 (ice, ayy)
Shut marni down for some
Furry slides (sloppy)
Look him in his eyes
And tell him dirty lies (huh)
Cop me chanel, nigga, thirty times
The price on this kelly say
I’m hella paid (yeah)
Crocodile birkin from the everglades (yeah)
And I ain’t gotta do a motherfuckin’ thing
I ain’t gotta do a motherfuckin’ thing
Bitch (period)
Told y’all hoes I don’t work jobs
I am a motherfuckin’ job
Bitches always in my motherfuckin’ business
Worried ’bout what the fuck
I got goin’ on, ho
Hahahaha, it’s city girl shit (ho)
Even when you think
It ain’t city girl shit
(I’m a city girl, bitch)
Second verse to you
Hatin’-ass hoes (tired-ass)
Who get mad every time
I strike a pose (damn)
I’m rick’d down from my
Head to my toes (yep)
Hood bitch
Dressed like a weirdo (huh)
Run away
Now I’m steppin’ in some runway
Bitch, you can’t fuck with me on
Yo’ birthday (never)
Free my real bitches
Corrlink and j-pay (free my bitches)
You gon’ be home
Fuck what the judge say
I’m low-key
Bitches fuck with my anxiety
I’m prayed up
And I’m waitin’ on my rivalry
I’m the hype, nah
Y’all ain’t gotta hype me
I’m that bitch
Give a fuck who don’t like me
It’s grind time
No flossin’ (let’s get it)
Pulled out the truck
And put the porsche in
These bitches tired
They exhausted (tired-ass hoes)
Got bitches tannin’ for this dark skin
Bitch, I’m really from the trenches
Where it’s shots
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout syringes (bop, bop, bow)
Yeah, I’m really from them trenches
Pretty-ass lips make these bitches
Cop syringes, mwah
No bars