Niggas want war then they got it
All these tools automatic
Talkin bull shit let em have it
Sellin dog food out the cabinets
F*ckin yo bitch broke her back
Remember them days i aint have shit
Stealin shit run home laughin
I gotta make shit happen
My head is f*cked up
And you niggas all tucked
I make u shut up
If you talkin to much
Inna back with a slut
Triple ds onna truck
If u f*cked up good luck
Cuz my niggas go buss
If you talk to the opps
Then we come to yo spot
Let hundred rounds blow
While children inside
Ion fw that love
Ion fw no slut
Wen i f*ck on yo hoe
See That rubber be tucked
They tell you to pray on the shit you cant hold
But who talkin back i should sell my damn soul
Not long ago thinkin ill push to the limit
Load the choppa up
Blow my damn brains where im sittin
Keep seeing this shit i cant get out my head
These Niggas be snitching be talkin to fed
I dint want the pussy i just want some head
I dint need yo friends i just want the bread
Who that callin my phone
Feds raided my home
You lied and said i put my hands on you hoe
They locked my ass down and they told you to beat me
They called me a nigger i was so damn heated
If i grip on that glock than im blowin yo top
You better kick rocks
Ion fw no opps
My nena exited she bussin alot
Want gold im my mouth
So you see that i shine
Empty the clip yeah
Im bussin a 9
Missing my son
Yeah i love you alot
My family my ken
Im holding a spot
My nigga usain
Aint never switch up
Im feeling like Lucifer
All of this sinning
Im doin i do for ya
All of them times
I stole and i lied for ya
All of them times i kept
Bitches from jumpin you
Lie on my name
Tell me i aint shit
When i gave you my last
I didn't have shit
Im bussin through glass
Pull up with the stick
You see that im better
Its making you sick
And you niggas that chatter
Dont want nun of this
My niggas want war
We coming for heads
Strap up inna black
You know how it is
Never lackin talkin shit in dms
Now im all in yo face and u aint sayin shit
Aint f*ckin with love
Im not cupid bitch
I know im alone
Wen i die in this bitch
When my physical
Gone and my spirit must lift
Im hopping my god forgive for my sins
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Niggas want war then they got it
All these tools automatic
Talkin bull shit let em have it
Sellin dog food out the cabinets
F*ckin yo bitch broke her back
Remember them days i aint have shit
Stealin shit run home laughin
I gotta make shit happen
My head is f*cked up
And you niggas all tucked
I make u shut up
If you talkin to much
Inna back with a slut
Triple ds onna truck
If u f*cked up good luck
Cuz my niggas go buss
If you talk to the opps
Then we come to yo spot
Let hundred rounds blow
While children inside
Ion fw that love
Ion fw no slut
Wen i f*ck on yo hoe
See That rubber be tucked
They tell you to pray on the shit you cant hold
But who talkin back i should sell my damn soul
Not long ago thinkin ill push to the limit
Load the choppa up
Blow my damn brains where im sittin
Keep seeing this shit i cant get out my head
These Niggas be snitching be talkin to fed
I dint want the pussy i just want some head
I dint need yo friends i just want the bread
Who that callin my phone
Feds raided my home
You lied and said i put my hands on you hoe
They locked my ass down and they told you to beat me
They called me a nigger i was so damn heated
If i grip on that glock than im blowin yo top
You better kick rocks
Ion fw no opps
My nena exited she bussin alot
Want gold im my mouth
So you see that i shine
Empty the clip yeah
Im bussin a 9
Missing my son
Yeah i love you alot
My family my ken
Im holding a spot
My nigga usain
Aint never switch up
Im feeling like Lucifer
All of this sinning
Im doin i do for ya
All of them times
I stole and i lied for ya
All of them times i kept
Bitches from jumpin you
Lie on my name
Tell me i aint shit
When i gave you my last
I didn't have shit
Im bussin through glass
Pull up with the stick
You see that im better
Its making you sick
And you niggas that chatter
Dont want nun of this
My niggas want war
We coming for heads
Strap up inna black
You know how it is
Never lackin talkin shit in dms
Now im all in yo face and u aint sayin shit
Aint f*ckin with love
Im not cupid bitch
I know im alone
Wen i die in this bitch
When my physical
Gone and my spirit must lift
Im hopping my god forgive for my sins
All these tools automatic
Talkin bull shit let em have it
Sellin dog food out the cabinets
F*ckin yo bitch broke her back
Remember them days i aint have shit
Stealin shit run home laughin
I gotta make shit happen
My head is f*cked up
And you niggas all tucked
I make u shut up
If you talkin to much
Inna back with a slut
Triple ds onna truck
If u f*cked up good luck
Cuz my niggas go buss
If you talk to the opps
Then we come to yo spot
Let hundred rounds blow
While children inside
Ion fw that love
Ion fw no slut
Wen i f*ck on yo hoe
See That rubber be tucked
They tell you to pray on the shit you cant hold
But who talkin back i should sell my damn soul
Not long ago thinkin ill push to the limit
Load the choppa up
Blow my damn brains where im sittin
Keep seeing this shit i cant get out my head
These Niggas be snitching be talkin to fed
I dint want the pussy i just want some head
I dint need yo friends i just want the bread
Who that callin my phone
Feds raided my home
You lied and said i put my hands on you hoe
They locked my ass down and they told you to beat me
They called me a nigger i was so damn heated
If i grip on that glock than im blowin yo top
You better kick rocks
Ion fw no opps
My nena exited she bussin alot
Want gold im my mouth
So you see that i shine
Empty the clip yeah
Im bussin a 9
Missing my son
Yeah i love you alot
My family my ken
Im holding a spot
My nigga usain
Aint never switch up
Im feeling like Lucifer
All of this sinning
Im doin i do for ya
All of them times
I stole and i lied for ya
All of them times i kept
Bitches from jumpin you
Lie on my name
Tell me i aint shit
When i gave you my last
I didn't have shit
Im bussin through glass
Pull up with the stick
You see that im better
Its making you sick
And you niggas that chatter
Dont want nun of this
My niggas want war
We coming for heads
Strap up inna black
You know how it is
Never lackin talkin shit in dms
Now im all in yo face and u aint sayin shit
Aint f*ckin with love
Im not cupid bitch
I know im alone
Wen i die in this bitch
When my physical
Gone and my spirit must lift
Im hopping my god forgive for my sins
Writer: montreil watkins
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