Wartime

Mobbin through the hood in my coupe been on a mission
I been running up the racks wit my crew they know we busy
I been stacking up for rainy days too case it get sticky
Keep a couple tricks tucked in my sleeves don't go against me
When it's wartime it's on cause they live for the phonk
50 rounds in the drum it gon hit what it want
We just runnin' it up niggas fuck up they trust
Tryna chance it on luck I'm just after hundred bands

I got plans for my niggas who stayed down with me
My fam always gon be straight that's what it's bout ain't it
You know your baby do his thing granny smile for me
Cause it been hard for me to do that, since you died on me
You always told me No Friends and you ain't lied on it
Cause lately I been my own sippin' wocky for the pain
Send that duffle on that plain cop another brick of paint
Watch me take 3 bands turn that to smoothe 10
I can show you how to pimp, In this business that we in
Fake love, no friends, all my niggas in the wind
Hit your block, Spend a band, send 20 out the 10
I got plays like Jay bitches like Beyoncé

Mobbin through the hood in my coupe been on a mission
I been running up the racks wit my crew they know we busy
I been stacking up for rainy days too case it get sticky
Keep a couple tricks tucked in my sleeves don't go against me
When it's wartime it's on cause they live for the phonk
Fifty rounds in the drum it gon hit what it want
We just runnin' it up niggas fuck up they trust
Tryna chance it on luck I'm just after hundred bands