GANG WARS (feat. Jefe)

Haaaaa haaaa
Jefe jefe jefe

Yea Damn
Ayo' Gunz what up
(What up aye damn, what up jefe)

Ayeee, Ayeee
Haaaa, haaaa

Bitch what hood you from?
Who you rollin' wit'? (uh)
Oh you be up north?
Yea we know you lit
Oh you from out west?
Heard yall' hold yall' shit
Damn you be out Kenzo?
You just tryn' get rich

That's a Northeast nigga
Bet he keep a stick
So what hood you from?
Baby rep ya' shit
SP to Uptown, baby keep it lit
Yea it's Gang Wars
Yea it's Gang Wars

Yea bitch it's Gang Wars
That's that opp right there, oh yeah bitch yeah let's hawk em' down
And bet I turn his scary ass right to a fuckin' clown
And call up big flash Gunz like badass, bodybags and trashbags
Exotic smoke, yeah bitch that's that fuckin' gas pack
Unsolved murders screamin' redrum that's a bloody murder (Turn him into Feet' uh)
That's a bloody murder, (Turn him into Feet' uh)
All them unsolved bodies that's a bloody murder(Put em' in a Wood')

(AR-15ssssss)
Damn, it's Tom damn look
He say he a shootaaaa', I know he not
Look up in my pocket bitch, pull out a knot aye
He say he want smoke oh? pull on my block aye
That boy got a deuce deuce and we got 30 shots aye damn

Where they at? bitch we looking for the opps
Them boys totin' high points, and bitch we got them glocks aye damn
Where them drugs at? you can come and shop
I pull that IP lil bitch and now we got the drop aye damn

Bitch I be from Kenzo
Everywhere I go, mobbing wit' my kinfolk
Gotta' keep it on me, can't be a dead homie
Cook a nigga, turn a nigga to some fried bologna
Jumped up off that porch, I was out there by my lonely

Mommy kick me out, cause I was selling fuckin' stonies
And I ain't never had no option, so I kept it on me
Cause them niggas in the field always acting phony
Always acting phony uh

Damn
What do you really wan' get into?, damn these bullets a' enter you
Call up my shoota he finish you, damn send bombs like missiles do
I peep the fake out peripheral
Damn oh you wanna get wit' the gang, then bitch then come get a interview,
Damn hide the work in a tennis shoe

Damn hide the work in the attic, callin' me out?, oh whatchu' want static?
Whatchu' wan' get tragic?
Niggas go POOF, he thought it was magic
Bitch this fire is rapid,
Niggas ran up and didn't even clap it, gotta stay wit' a ratchet
Just stay in ya lane you not in my bracket uh damn

Put him in a Wood' a bourbon, we pullin' up in tinted suburban
These niggas be snitchin' on purpose, all in they raps they making me nervous
We just left P.I.C wit' pokasss', violate the strip get turned to a joker
I'm throwin' shots take dese' bang on his ass like Bron, bro KD

Dare one of these hoes try play me, I'm in the field you know I got safety
We up on the opps' lurking, post on the corners you know what we servin'
I'm on the block we holdin',
Bitch I'm off a pill I'm rollin'
Pour up me a 4, lean potion (30!)
I took me a shot free throw it (30!)

Damn
Just stay in ya' lane, for' you get stained
Run up on me, imma' bang
Glock on me, I don't gotta' see bitch I don't need no aim
Get popped like a E', you thinking it's sweet this glock a' be spitting some flame
Damn yea damn
This glock a' be spitting some flame
Yea' yea'
Yea' damn

Its Tom damn
Damn
(Jefe jefe jefe)
And I'm still posted on the 9 lil bitch
Pullup I got time too, and I be posted on the Ave' lil bitch Allegheny Ave' lil bitch!)

Put one to his brain, black coffin
Put one in his head, damn dolphin
They say I'm to cold, Steve Austin
Got two pretty hoes, out Boston

My diamonds water, neck flossin'
My diamonds water, neck flossin'
Got two pretty hoes, out Boston
Two pretty hoes, they out Boston, (And they doin lip-locks dickhead!)

Damn damn
You not even like that wait
Bitch I be right back
Damn you run up we light that
Bitch, I didn't even write that
He hop on computers and type that
We pull out the strap, he wanted some dap
Now that lil nigga tryn' fight back (Can't fight back damn)

Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang
Gang