No War
Pussy he don't want no war cashin' a check and I'm pourin' a four
He want the smoke, drop to the floor
Shooters ain't waitin' they bustin' a door
She want the smoke I want the static
Got on her knees so I just let her have it
Smokin' that dope, don't gotta pack it
Fuck shooting semi I go automatic
Aye diamonds they gloss she wanna fuck with a boss, give it a toss
Aye then ima floss givin' a fuck bout the cost, ballin' like moss
Aye playin' my cards, she wanna shoot for the stars
I was too jaded or maybe just faded I saw lil Mayo I'm chillin' on Mars
Play for my keeps, key to the streets
Out of my head boy you won't get no feat
Gold on my teeth, smoke on that leaf
Talkin' that shit but you wont get no beef
Word on the street laughing I'm packin' heat boy you better retreat if you stay in the street
Heard that you trippin' it's all over pussy you mad that I'm clapping I fuck her to sleep
Go back to back, look at the pack
Don't wanna fuck just wanna trap
She going nuts, I'm going sad
I am the one chasing the bag
Switching my fit like I'm switching my lanes in a game
Codeine dissolving my brain
Never switch up I got love for my gang
Come in between and my choppa gon' sang
Come in discreet, mil in a week
Baby she tired I eat in the sheets
Maybe she got it or maybe she want it I really don't care it no different to me
Please, get on your knees if you ain't blowin' I'm charging you fees
Ease, got all my G's making them plays going straight for the cheese
Pocket rocket I cock it plugged like a socket
Boy what's the profit your chain lose then ima flock it
I'm in the cockpit, chillin' I'm smokin' chronic
Be honest not bragging look I'm being modest
My girl, she fucking flawless
Pussy he don't want no war cashin' a check and I'm pourin' a four
He want the smoke, drop to the floor
Shooters ain't waitin' they bustin' a door
She want the smoke I want the static
Got on her knees so I just let her have it
Smokin' that dope, don't gotta pack it
Fuck shooting semi I go automatic
Drip drip aye, Greens
Fools really trippin over pussy, shake my head bro
This shit a fucking joke
Sorry you still crazy for her bro fuck
He want the smoke, drop to the floor
Shooters ain't waitin' they bustin' a door
She want the smoke I want the static
Got on her knees so I just let her have it
Smokin' that dope, don't gotta pack it
Fuck shooting semi I go automatic
Aye diamonds they gloss she wanna fuck with a boss, give it a toss
Aye then ima floss givin' a fuck bout the cost, ballin' like moss
Aye playin' my cards, she wanna shoot for the stars
I was too jaded or maybe just faded I saw lil Mayo I'm chillin' on Mars
Play for my keeps, key to the streets
Out of my head boy you won't get no feat
Gold on my teeth, smoke on that leaf
Talkin' that shit but you wont get no beef
Word on the street laughing I'm packin' heat boy you better retreat if you stay in the street
Heard that you trippin' it's all over pussy you mad that I'm clapping I fuck her to sleep
Go back to back, look at the pack
Don't wanna fuck just wanna trap
She going nuts, I'm going sad
I am the one chasing the bag
Switching my fit like I'm switching my lanes in a game
Codeine dissolving my brain
Never switch up I got love for my gang
Come in between and my choppa gon' sang
Come in discreet, mil in a week
Baby she tired I eat in the sheets
Maybe she got it or maybe she want it I really don't care it no different to me
Please, get on your knees if you ain't blowin' I'm charging you fees
Ease, got all my G's making them plays going straight for the cheese
Pocket rocket I cock it plugged like a socket
Boy what's the profit your chain lose then ima flock it
I'm in the cockpit, chillin' I'm smokin' chronic
Be honest not bragging look I'm being modest
My girl, she fucking flawless
Pussy he don't want no war cashin' a check and I'm pourin' a four
He want the smoke, drop to the floor
Shooters ain't waitin' they bustin' a door
She want the smoke I want the static
Got on her knees so I just let her have it
Smokin' that dope, don't gotta pack it
Fuck shooting semi I go automatic
Drip drip aye, Greens
Fools really trippin over pussy, shake my head bro
This shit a fucking joke
Sorry you still crazy for her bro fuck
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Writer(s): Aidan Goldfield
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