War
Still under rated
Like Giannis
I was chill
But I'm done being modest
I don't speak
If I can't make a profit
Sippin Wock
I'm In love with Narcotics
So much stain
I could live off the closet
Do Si Do
Like a bitch, it's exotic
No advance
But I still make deposits
From the jump
Niggas know that I'm Solid
I never ran
Off onna Plug
Now we both taking off
Like the Rockets
Chrome Hearts
Gotta Cross on my pocket
A Hood Baby
I feel like Lil Got it
All this on my ice my neck
Need a sled
You Ain't Gang
You might talk to the Feds
I might take off the top
Leave em Dead
If he diss
No pencil
I fill him with lead
Why Dior
Keep his foot
On Ney Neck
Now I'm moving Harden
I cook wit my left
Gary Payton
I'm smoking the best
Know these Niggas is foul
But I don't need a ref
Pick a Birkin
I know she obsessed
So much Drip on my bitch
Shit, I'm holding my breath
Rasheed Wallace
I stay wit a Tec
From mud and it made me
I have no regrets
Free the Gang
They ain't calling collect
Through the Kites
We gone run up a check
Ima young Escobar
Inna Flesh
Put the extras
Inside with the rest
Niggas rats
So I'm killing the pest
I was King VVs
Till I learned bout Baguettes
Online
I ain't making no threats
We gone catch you, it's over
Then put you to rest
Know them commas
Still coming Direct
I ain't Have to Finesse
Just to get to the BAG
I left plenty of
Shit inna Past
I can double and stretch it
I'm making it last
If you broke
Needa get you a cast
Ain't no switching
Or Acting
We shooting the cast
Cut it low
Ain't no snakes inna Grass
I can't be in yo lane
Cause you know I'm On Crash
It's Dash
But the bitches
Know me as Dior
Got a ting from na City
She like how I ball
If she coming wit me
Ima Score
I'm still inna trap
Making plays wit the Gang
Counting dead presidents like the morgue
I made a commitment
And married the money
We never gone get a divorce
Still got the ZaZa
These niggas is taxing
I'm really plugged in
Like a Cord
I'm featured in Prada
And Balenciaga
I'm DRIPPIN
You cannot afford
I pulled up in Demons
And still thank the Lord
Cause I'm winning
I'm ready for More
I stay wit the heat
Like Miami
If niggas want smoke
Then I'm ready for War
Like Giannis
I was chill
But I'm done being modest
I don't speak
If I can't make a profit
Sippin Wock
I'm In love with Narcotics
So much stain
I could live off the closet
Do Si Do
Like a bitch, it's exotic
No advance
But I still make deposits
From the jump
Niggas know that I'm Solid
I never ran
Off onna Plug
Now we both taking off
Like the Rockets
Chrome Hearts
Gotta Cross on my pocket
A Hood Baby
I feel like Lil Got it
All this on my ice my neck
Need a sled
You Ain't Gang
You might talk to the Feds
I might take off the top
Leave em Dead
If he diss
No pencil
I fill him with lead
Why Dior
Keep his foot
On Ney Neck
Now I'm moving Harden
I cook wit my left
Gary Payton
I'm smoking the best
Know these Niggas is foul
But I don't need a ref
Pick a Birkin
I know she obsessed
So much Drip on my bitch
Shit, I'm holding my breath
Rasheed Wallace
I stay wit a Tec
From mud and it made me
I have no regrets
Free the Gang
They ain't calling collect
Through the Kites
We gone run up a check
Ima young Escobar
Inna Flesh
Put the extras
Inside with the rest
Niggas rats
So I'm killing the pest
I was King VVs
Till I learned bout Baguettes
Online
I ain't making no threats
We gone catch you, it's over
Then put you to rest
Know them commas
Still coming Direct
I ain't Have to Finesse
Just to get to the BAG
I left plenty of
Shit inna Past
I can double and stretch it
I'm making it last
If you broke
Needa get you a cast
Ain't no switching
Or Acting
We shooting the cast
Cut it low
Ain't no snakes inna Grass
I can't be in yo lane
Cause you know I'm On Crash
It's Dash
But the bitches
Know me as Dior
Got a ting from na City
She like how I ball
If she coming wit me
Ima Score
I'm still inna trap
Making plays wit the Gang
Counting dead presidents like the morgue
I made a commitment
And married the money
We never gone get a divorce
Still got the ZaZa
These niggas is taxing
I'm really plugged in
Like a Cord
I'm featured in Prada
And Balenciaga
I'm DRIPPIN
You cannot afford
I pulled up in Demons
And still thank the Lord
Cause I'm winning
I'm ready for More
I stay wit the heat
Like Miami
If niggas want smoke
Then I'm ready for War
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Writer(s): Joshua English
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