War Lyrics

Bringin' back that demon time, I'm out my feelings now

Got two Dracos by my side, this shit like suicide

Get up out the van and shoot, that's what we trained to do

He said he got two Dracos out the back, that's what he like to use

He spray it like a constable, my niggas stay out of curfew too

He slangin' by the church, I roll his ass like what would Jesus do

Sorry I don't got biblical, I'm out my feelings too

Them bodies overdue, they fight for drills like let me do it

Hold up nigga, let me do it, I got the least count, let me do it

mini' mani mo the nigga land on mo, he gets to do it

We did it if his head's shot, knock off his dreadlocks

He's on my next song, I'm dissin' on his whole squad

Spinnin' on his whole block, that's what we call fun

I'm not from O block, I'm Von when my make on

Attitude, oppy die we laugh at dude

100k they come for you, why you smurk they on you too like peekaboo, hop out and shoot

Niggas dying like vegetables, why you lie

We not into it, you sing that shit you ratatouille

Keep it G real

Get up out the van and shoot, that's what we trained to do

He said he got two Dracos out the back, that's what he like to use

He spray it like a constable, my niggas stay out of curfew too

He slangin' by the church, I roll his ass like what would Jesus do

Spin the block and spin it one more time

I got my niggas on the cut, they pop like two more times

I told my mama on the phone, I'm doin' no more crimes

Switch my flow after this line, I ain't got no more rhymes

Tick tock, got my G-lock, let your seat up, big drums

Got em' beam like, look like a Indian

Barbarian

That's what they call me, they say i too fine, handsome

The ladies love me, they say I'm too fine

Got four clips on the drill, with my guys, on them pills

Couple thousand on them guns, and you thinkin' i won't kill

Nigga what? I'm on your ass till you dead

Nigga what? Ain't no stoppin' till you dead

Nigga headshot, catch a nigga at the store, do him dead wrong

Catch a nigga at the court, knock his dress off

Catch a nigga at the store, nigga headshot

Catch a nigga at the line, nigga headshot

Back to this drillin' shit, like I be killin' shit

I got my niggas on your ass, you'd think that I be gay and shit

We bringin' back the summer heat

Don't ask none of my boys to chill

Those niggas they was trained to kill

They doin' shit to make a bill

Spin the block and spin it one more time

I got my niggas on the court, they pop like two more times

I told my mama on the phone, I'm doin' no more crimes

Switch my flow after this line, I ain't got no more rhymes

I ain't got no more rhymes