W.A.R. (feat. Jdot Breezy)

Grippa on the beat bitch
Aye Ku, I'm finna do my adlibs, so chill
Yeah, bitch
Aye hella shots in this bitch with me
Big Whop (lemme hear it)

Turn your block to a warzone, but bitch, it ain't no fuckin' game
I'm 187, KuKu Gang, A.T.R, and Jumpout Gang
Nigga know what Whoppa bang
My niggas bald, Major Payne
My niggas call, I bang that K
Scope on the gun, I might shoot you from a block away
I can't take Kshordy serious, that's like the stripper off of GTA
Pull up on a nigga block, lookin' like I'm J.E.A
Got the drop on the opps
Now me and Dot slidin' through the A, aye

Tell them crackers free my nigga Spinz (Spin)
They know that we get it in, that's my murder twin (murder twin)
Yeah, we done spin so much, need a sponsor from Benz (Benz)
Hit him from the knees up, he'll never walk again

I got black Forces on, you better get the fuck back
I ball like Petey, I'm not Teki at the trap
Your bitch wanna eat it, I don't want it 'cause it's bare
I'm 100, nigga, I'm lyin', that bitch face in my lap

Push up on him with that uh, that's when mmm got clapped
Mookie ain't waking back up, throw in the towel, it's a wrap
Heard Rod K was tapped, then he got his ass tapped
Gang clap niggas, but damn, Bibby got over-clapped
Kick a nigga in his shit for playin' with me
Why you tryna make me cuff, when you let my mans hit it?
Sit him down with this Drac', I can't really stand niggas
Trey D had his pole, but his scary-ass ran with it

Damn, Dot, why you goin'?
'Cause these fuck niggas lyin'
When we in the city, all these pussy niggas do is hide
Then get on Instagram like they was just outside
Last nigga on that street posted up had died
Niggas know not to get on live, talkin' 'bout "Where we at, slide?"
Other dude did it, moments later, got his ass fried
Cracka keep gettin' up, nigga got nine lives
Mookie ain't quick enough, he got hit 'bout five times

Nigga know how the fuck we rock
Whop with that chop and Dot with that Glock
(Aye, hold on, hold on)
Get your goofy-ass popped, boy
Hold on, bro, I ain't know we was talkin' like that
I'm finna go back in then, fuck that, aye, Whop

Marri died on the E-Way (Marri)
Mookie died on the E-Way (Mookie)
Some of my best advice to y'all, y'all better stay off that freeway
They must've thought that shit was a game, you think it's E.A.?
Three-Five played, now the cemetery where he lay (Petey)

Teki ass dead (Teki)
Rod K dead (Rod K)
They say Spaazz2xx got shot all in the head (Jamarius)
How Cracka take all them face shots?
He got some good meds
We ain't goin' out like Whodie
That nigga crashed, now he dead
Stupid!

Aye you know I had to talk my shit on that mo'fucker
Aye, aye, fuck all the dead opps man, fuck all them niggas
I don't give a fuck what any of them niggas gon' say
I'ma just keep dissin' them, I don't give a fuck
We gon' keep smoking them niggas
Drinking all the dead opps, all that shit
You know what I'm saying, and that just is what it is
If you don't like it, you don't have to fuck with me
Like it is what it is, mane straight gang in this shit, (gang)

(War, huh!) Yeah!
(What is it good for?) Absolutely nothing
(War, huh!) Yeah!
(What is it good for?) Absolutely nothing
Say it again, y'all!
(War, huh) Lookout!
(What is it good for?) Absolutely nothing



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Writer(s): Ricardo Toussaint, Reginald Williams
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