Wartime
I see these niggas pocket watching, it can't be mines
Cause I was thumbing through some money
I sold a thousand dimes
I feel like they ion know I be on my grind
Fuck yo bitch onna low but she can't never be mines
I spit logic nigga, tell these bitches something too
Don't loving on that nigga if he ion claim he love you
Cause around another bitch baby he ion even know you
And if she badder than you, then you the side bitch boo
There's no pain in pleasure, so there fore I don't do
When you sucking on my fuck hold yo teeth back boo
Don't even graze me cause that mean yo jaws getting lazy
And you be talking all day bitch how yo jaws get lazy
Imma different nigga, different blood, cut thicker
Bussin jugs inna winter
We was plugged in December
These lil ass niggas
We a cook em thanksgiving
Only way was hardest how else was we gone get it
(Bop)
Man these niggas don't get it
We was sprinting to the money
They was flexing for the bitches
Wearing other niggas clothes
You was stressing for attention
How you call them boys yo bro
They Wouldn't do a sentence
For you nigga
Let me not speak on that
These niggas foul, let me not reach on that
They like bp nigga you ain't drop shit yet
Naw I was waiting for them
So I can shit on they head
Acid nigga, I'm shiting on em
Acid nigga, melt down like plastic nigga
We a take a nigga soul, reaper grab a nigga
Go towards the light and you'll be gone forever nigga
Cause I was thumbing through some money
I sold a thousand dimes
I feel like they ion know I be on my grind
Fuck yo bitch onna low but she can't never be mines
I spit logic nigga, tell these bitches something too
Don't loving on that nigga if he ion claim he love you
Cause around another bitch baby he ion even know you
And if she badder than you, then you the side bitch boo
There's no pain in pleasure, so there fore I don't do
When you sucking on my fuck hold yo teeth back boo
Don't even graze me cause that mean yo jaws getting lazy
And you be talking all day bitch how yo jaws get lazy
Imma different nigga, different blood, cut thicker
Bussin jugs inna winter
We was plugged in December
These lil ass niggas
We a cook em thanksgiving
Only way was hardest how else was we gone get it
(Bop)
Man these niggas don't get it
We was sprinting to the money
They was flexing for the bitches
Wearing other niggas clothes
You was stressing for attention
How you call them boys yo bro
They Wouldn't do a sentence
For you nigga
Let me not speak on that
These niggas foul, let me not reach on that
They like bp nigga you ain't drop shit yet
Naw I was waiting for them
So I can shit on they head
Acid nigga, I'm shiting on em
Acid nigga, melt down like plastic nigga
We a take a nigga soul, reaper grab a nigga
Go towards the light and you'll be gone forever nigga
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Writer(s): Grayling Taylor
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