MW2 Lyrics

On TurboTax, filing taxes, printing fake W-2s

Don't play fair, it's time for War, MW2

Hamming crackers for that cheese like a lunchable

I don't take breaks, I only break the rules

How much you wanna bet you put your bitch up in the room, she choose? Don't get mad at yourself, nigga, it ain't you

All these bitches gone choose

It's just what they do

It's your decision, you gon' starve or you gon' eat your food?

It's your decision, you gon' sit up or your ass or move

I like to punch my bitch gifts when I'm in the mood

Like, do you want a new purse or do you want some shoes?

Off of ercky, keep trying to get some iPhones with a attitude

Huh I'm something like the moon, you wont see me till round noon

Jax, get them in by twos

I'm backed on the way to you

Niggas, know they ain't gone shoot

Four-Five Glock with the laser, too She was acting brand new

Till she seen what these bands do

I be getting Jacks in, like I'm Samuel

Finto cut both my legs off

Bitch, I can't stand you

Hey if you ain't got one now you better come up with a plan, dude

Two iPhone 14s finto land through

Amex Dummy