Trippn! - Warzone (feat. PapeMakin & RDB Main) Lyrics

Yeah
You niggas know what the f*ck going on
I finna slide on a nigga, playin' warzone

ARPs 223s, hit him in his torso
I'm in Belleville, chillin' where the whore's go
Said she gon' suck it for a cart that's all the whites know
Bitch

I give good dick, baby, I'm a born pro
Then we hit the back of his head, now where the fro go
Blood gushin' out of his head, just like some fro-yo
Shorty told me, come to Recruit, bitch, that's a no-go

Shorty told me, buy her some food, like that's a no-no
I ain't out here trickin' for hoes, but I'ma go, though
My mans think he Curry, cause he shootin' from the logo
Put him in a spliff, yea, we call that nigga Rolo

Baby Glock, ARP, we layin' niggas down
Send a nigga out the way, like he outta town
Got your bitch in the room, she gon' crazy
Put that lil

Mm-mm, yeah, she like that, don't she
Chrome on my waist, baby, I ain't talkin' hearts
Ski mask all black on, and it's after dark
Damn dis beat knockin' Nell where you find this

Fell asleep off the act in the morning, I wanna sip the trick
I ain't got time for these hoes, I love to block a bitch
Shootin' from the three bold as hell like stojakovich, bitch
Had to tell niggas, I ain't the one, though

Yeah, boy, come on
Niggas thought that I was done, but I'm not, though
Yo, bitch, tryna suck a nigga dick in the top, though
Shut up, dumb bitch, you can get popped up, you can get fired, ho

Lame niggas talkin' crazy, but they can get fired on
Why the f*ck they talkin' crazy? Nigga, we'll beat yo shit
Know a couple niggas from the dex, and they'll eat yo shit
And we never gave a f*ck, nigga, we'll beat yo bitch

We from the trenches for real dumb bitch, we'll take your kicks
Flexin all dem poles on the gram we'll take your blicks
Posted with the body I just got like take my flick , flash from the Glock , but I swear we ain't takin' flicks
I'll call baby skrud up, he tryna take a hit

I only got some high tech, I ain't got no trish
223s hit him in his face, now he gotta lisp
Unh, yeah, come on
Call me to the house party, bitches, ain't no kiddin' play

OVO jacket, come through, and I got my drac
Papemakin , where the arcs at? I'm tryna go get laced
I'm with RDB Dee and he throwin' rakes
Naw, I can't take a pic with you, cause yo clothes is fake

J-Ali's on a calm day, I got expensive taste