War Zone

Move too quick
We up the tool kit
Straight at ya pumpkin
The tool spit no fuck it tool shit
We get to dumpin

Hahahaha

Move too quick
We up the tool kit
Straight at ya pumpkin
The tool spit no fuck it tool shit
We get to dumpin
Send hoochies to tie up loose ends
Won't see it comin
Move smoothly to give ya boo a kiss
Knife in ya stomach
Move too quick
We up the tool kit
Straight at ya pumpkin
The tool spit no fuck it tool shit
We get to dumpin
Send hoochies to tie up loose ends
Won't see it comin
Move smoothly to give ya boo a kiss
Knife in ya stomach

With gorillas, it's a zoo up in the war zone
Niggas actin pussy
Can you please control your hormones
Steppin in the street will get you flattened
Fucking rolled on
Clips up in these ratchets made for action
Ain't no roll call
Pussy niggas see through
Don't let them deceive you
Gotta keep ya guard up
Like a boxing ring ooo
Nina sick got the flu
Went Achoo
Yeah she blew
And knocked off ya whole top
Boy I know that breeze cool
I got hella dope
Stuffed inside the bubble coat
Try to throw me under
Me and all these drugs and guns will float
Might have to bail the sinking ship
But we gone find another boat
I find out it was you behind it
Tragic
Now yo mother soaked
Cause me and my bitch both trained to kill
Roll down yo hill like Jack and Jill
Both hands spray ghost ride the whip
Like we forgot to attach the wheel
Now you screwed you know the deal
We pull the triggas start the drills
Then hollows pop you like a pill
Man my new choppa name is Bill
Got some paper now and all you niggas actin out
Ears on every corner
So be careful what you braggin bout
Signin with these labels
But the bag the lowest cash amount
Man imma get it too
But imma grind don't need the faster route

You
Move too quick
We up the tool kit
Straight at ya pumpkin
The tool spit no fuck it tool shit
We get to dumpin
Send hoochies to tie up loose ends
Won't see it comin
Move smoothly to give ya boo a kiss
Knife in ya stomach
Move too quick
We up the tool kit
Straight at ya pumpkin
The tool spit no fuck it tool shit
We get to dumpin
Send hoochies to tie up loose ends
Won't see it comin
Move smoothly to give ya boo a kiss
Knife in ya stomach

I'm not tryna be the flyest up in here
Huh yeah
I'm just tryna start a fire in ya ear
Huh yeah
Double up with my supplier shift the gear
Wait uh
Gotta watch out for the wires niggas weird
Huh yeah
All my riders with me
Uh
Got the fire with me
Uh
Smoke a nigga if he
Uh
Lookin kind of sticky
Uh
I meant slimy
Up the dick and blow her mind yeah
Just the tip her lips is tiny
Y'all don't get it please rewind it
Imma boss
Rick Ross
Drippin all this
Big sauce
Drive by
Bodies fly
Like a fucking
Kick off
Yeah the piece
Giving heat
On ya block like Chris Bosh
Nina mad
Give her kiss
Go ahead and Lip lock
My niggas robbin aye
Like they from Gotham aye
Dudes in my town just hate
Wishin that I don't make it
Bitch I'm a shootin star
I'm yellin bombs away
So go head and make a wish
Mr.Crocker aye
Fuse lit and I'm the bomb
So I'm just waitin to blow
A few hits and all the fine woman
Ready to go
They won't hittin my line
When the paper was low
So screw ya wig on tight
And keep cakin the dough

Move too quick
We up the tool kit
Straight at ya pumpkin
The tool spit no fuck it tool shit
We get to dumpin
Send hoochies to tie up loose ends
Won't see it comin(Kole)
Move smoothly to give ya boo a kiss
Knife in ya stomach
Move too quick
We up the tool kit
Straight at ya pumpkin
The tool spit no fuck it tool shit
We get to dumpin
Send hoochies to tie up loose ends
Won't see it comin
Move smoothly to give ya boo a kiss
Knife in ya stomach

My niggas robbin aye
Like they from Gotham aye
Dudes in my town just hate
Wishin that I don't make it
Bitch I'm a shootin star
I'm yellin bombs away
So go head and make a wish
Mr.Crocker aye



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Writer(s): Charles Coleman
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