(BONUS) WAR Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Don't get my hands dirty
Hitta ask me which way
Bodies like a factory they soft just like some cheesecake
I'm up up on that score
Mask down like lucha libre
Said that she can't stand me
I leave and she like please bae
Go get the sticks
Can't stop doin hits
Til I'm pissy rich
They talkin out they ass they want reactions
I don't give a shit
Killa Rod
All black and we creepin
Beam go thru the fog
I'm takin off my mask he see a demon he gon pray to god
He want the work
Boy don't touch the block
Less you talk to me
We ina streets
Block got animals
Call that sesame
We play for keeps
Blow New Jersey up
Like my name was keef
My brudda got a 30 clip for niggas that be 30 deep
Chains on
Hit up Johnny dang
Get my blang on
Rings on
Choppa love to sing we like the same song
Trail his ass, shoota love to shoot
He get his dame on
Fllt fllt shootas synchronized they ring the same tone
Never in my life that you compare me to some bitch nigga
We bred winnas, and we still gon dead get em
Kap and say he shootin shit
He like you and you
I'm like who and who?
Boy you know we kill shit
And then rap about it in this booth
Oh shit
They like here come Roddy
Betta duck quick
Hollow tips gon hit before you think
And get yo buck spilt
Dead man
Baggy clothes wit sticks he look like redman
Bald heads hit his dome he Jason terry wit that headband
Chill gang, you ain't never lie
We on that same thang
Play da block aggressive we ain't never play no chess game
We ina field
Give out dirt naps
Because we Benadryls
Won't set you up directly but I bet you know my shawty will
Code word 360 Jeezy, meaning
We gon spin again
And free my brudda oodie, free my dawg, free my evil twin
Them red tips gon make him grab his throat like he ate cinnamon
We on offense nigga we call the play to score if he defending him
AHA
Shoota like I'm melo
Bitch like Lala
Never lost connection wit my shoota
We on Wi-Fi
Smokin gas, feet all kicked up
We ina high rise
Know I got that 9 and then my brudda got a times 5
Buck nigga
Boy his ass a hoe
Smack that fuck nigga
I'll get yo ass sent up just like dem niggas who act tuff nigga
Public gas
Boy don't send yah drop cux we gon get it fast
Keep talkin down on maady you gon meet him
Then he beat yo ass
And I'll do it wit all my chains on
Brains on
The concrete
Make niggas second guess they whole career so who gon stop me
Huntin pray
Plug he hella foreign, he like kaloke
We see a opp you think we shook a can how we gon let it spray