War

Yeah
Yeah-yeah
Uh-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Statik

Ain't too much to get you murk
Better take yo ass to church
Officer asked is you Statik Scott
Smirked then said yes sir
Spread this room out like mustard
Way up like I'm Captain Kirk
Travel the world off a perk
Circles in the dirt
Pull up and go skrt
Hit the turf
You gone get your feeling hurt
We bout it bout it
Me and my niggas put in work
Lurking round your block
With the glock
Pop like a thirty
Circling round the cops and you know we swerving
Julius Erving dunk off make that shit get blurry
Curry chicken chopping up that dirty
Money counting coming in a hurry
Sure he talking drop him in the gully
I need her and her buddy
On them cups know it's muddy
Cooking and I never studied
Push me to the edge promise
I'm never running
These nigga ain't ready for war
They ain't bout nothing
One on one with me
Gone equal nothing
Chopper like percussions all it do is drumming
Shoot a shot like i'm Drummond
Fingers need a rest from this money thumbing
In this bitch we get it jumping



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Writer(s): Deante Scott
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