War
Uh
He say that he real huh
Said his name weighing heavy
Wanna even the score
When it comes to the war
Boy you ain't ready
Wanna get in the field huh
Tryna get him a metal
That nigga's a bitch
And he scared to click
Only scaring his friend like that young nigga Melly (Ha)
I don't fear nothing but God
He barred he a shooter
But only on COD
Got a stick with a mod
He gon call up his mob
You think that you hard
Like BlueChew.com
You be snitching and writing them statements
Pray to God I don't catch me no cases
Got the mop, I just want them blue faces
Had a jay and my mom tried to lace it
That fucked me up
This is somebody I love
Somebody that I'm supposed to trust
Man what the fuck
You thinking you had it rough
I was getting dogged as a pup
Go head and lie about how you at war
You be thinking death cool til he knock at your door
You made the call now you can't take it back
Flexing his strap, beat his ass and I'm taking that
Kid don't play lil nigga I'ma class act
Run down on em, lil nigga where the strap at
Stick his ass up, lil nigga nigga where the bag at
Put a different type of strap on his muthafuckin dad hat (Damn)
Oh My God
Did I really just say that
Damn
He say that he real huh
Said his name weighing heavy
Wanna even the score
When it comes to the war
Boy you ain't ready
Wanna get in the field huh
Tryna get him a metal
That nigga's a bitch
And he scared to click
Only scaring his friend like that young nigga Melly (Ha)
He say that he real huh
Said his name weighing heavy
Wanna even the score
When it comes to the war
Boy you ain't ready
Wanna get in the field huh
Tryna get him a metal
That nigga's a bitch
And he scared to click
Only scaring his friend like that young nigga Melly (Ha)
I don't fear nothing but God
He barred he a shooter
But only on COD
Got a stick with a mod
He gon call up his mob
You think that you hard
Like BlueChew.com
You be snitching and writing them statements
Pray to God I don't catch me no cases
Got the mop, I just want them blue faces
Had a jay and my mom tried to lace it
That fucked me up
This is somebody I love
Somebody that I'm supposed to trust
Man what the fuck
You thinking you had it rough
I was getting dogged as a pup
Go head and lie about how you at war
You be thinking death cool til he knock at your door
You made the call now you can't take it back
Flexing his strap, beat his ass and I'm taking that
Kid don't play lil nigga I'ma class act
Run down on em, lil nigga where the strap at
Stick his ass up, lil nigga nigga where the bag at
Put a different type of strap on his muthafuckin dad hat (Damn)
Oh My God
Did I really just say that
Damn
He say that he real huh
Said his name weighing heavy
Wanna even the score
When it comes to the war
Boy you ain't ready
Wanna get in the field huh
Tryna get him a metal
That nigga's a bitch
And he scared to click
Only scaring his friend like that young nigga Melly (Ha)
Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Armstrong
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