WAR TIME (feat. MELLOW407)
Yeah, uh Yeah, uh, yeah
Ayy, finna spend another block, we is not leavin'
He just took a headshot, he is not breathin'
We killin' back to back, we is not grievin
Me and my niggas slide the fire, when we got even
I know them crackers got my picture on the board, yeah
Crackers pull me out the whip and search it when they bored, yeah
Still got the pack in the back with the sword, yeah
You know I swing it when it's wartime
Got your bitch in the crib, whore time
Tell that nigga quit callin', I need more time
I want the nigga dead, but he fled, yeah All my niggas in the red gettin' fed, yeah
All my niggas in the blue stayin' true, yeah You know I'm from the lake, bitch, I'm from the zoo, yeah
Lil' bro just took a sack, we finna chew Lil' bro just took a sack, we finna eat
If I ain't by myself, we in a fleet That same bitch say she love you, she gon' cheat
Them niggas right there with you, they gon' cross you
When you started sendin' threats, that's when I lost you
I love my gun, but bitch, I gotta toss you Yeah, right there where I found em, where they lost you
Yeah, ayy, you keep on sendin' threats, it's gon' cost you
Yeah, ayy, you keep on sendin' threats, it'll cost you
Yeah, it'll cost you We pull up back to back look like a carpool
They say they wanted down, I gave them dog food
She said she hold it down, she fucked my dog
Why you all in your feelings, thought you was grown
I fucked her raw, that's how she caught the Jones
Bitch, you telly vibes, I'll never take you home
Her boyfriend, he a bitch, he breakin' phones
Yeah, I got a lot of demons on my conscience
That's why you catch me tweakin' in my content
They put money on that boy, they had a contest
Caught his ass in traffic made a car flip
Don't be a target My nigga, he gon' whack you, he a marksman
My white bitch, she a bougie, shop at Target
For them numbers, they gon' spin like Wheel of Fortune
Dont try me, I'm Jamaican, we extort shit
I don't want the Honda, want the Porsche, bitch
With the torque, bitch, and the body kit
Bitch ain't bad enough, she need her body, did
This beat, I bodied it
Fuck the whip, I switch my kicks like the karate kid
Cut them niggas off and brought them dollars in
I knew I had the sauce sauce, they ain't acknowledge it
Ayy, finna spend another block, we is not leavin'
He just took a headshot, he is not breathin'
We killin' back to back, we is not grievin
Me and my niggas slide the fire, when we got even
I know them crackers got my picture on the board, yeah
Crackers pull me out the whip and search it when they bored, yeah
Still got the pack in the back with the sword, yeah
You know I swing it when it's wartime
Got your bitch in the crib, whore time
Tell that nigga quit callin', I need more time
I want the nigga dead, but he fled, yeah All my niggas in the red gettin' fed, yeah
All my niggas in the blue stayin' true, yeah You know I'm from the lake, bitch, I'm from the zoo, yeah
Lil' bro just took a sack, we finna chew Lil' bro just took a sack, we finna eat
If I ain't by myself, we in a fleet That same bitch say she love you, she gon' cheat
Them niggas right there with you, they gon' cross you
When you started sendin' threats, that's when I lost you
I love my gun, but bitch, I gotta toss you Yeah, right there where I found em, where they lost you
Yeah, ayy, you keep on sendin' threats, it's gon' cost you
Yeah, ayy, you keep on sendin' threats, it'll cost you
Yeah, it'll cost you We pull up back to back look like a carpool
They say they wanted down, I gave them dog food
She said she hold it down, she fucked my dog
Why you all in your feelings, thought you was grown
I fucked her raw, that's how she caught the Jones
Bitch, you telly vibes, I'll never take you home
Her boyfriend, he a bitch, he breakin' phones
Yeah, I got a lot of demons on my conscience
That's why you catch me tweakin' in my content
They put money on that boy, they had a contest
Caught his ass in traffic made a car flip
Don't be a target My nigga, he gon' whack you, he a marksman
My white bitch, she a bougie, shop at Target
For them numbers, they gon' spin like Wheel of Fortune
Dont try me, I'm Jamaican, we extort shit
I don't want the Honda, want the Porsche, bitch
With the torque, bitch, and the body kit
Bitch ain't bad enough, she need her body, did
This beat, I bodied it
Fuck the whip, I switch my kicks like the karate kid
Cut them niggas off and brought them dollars in
I knew I had the sauce sauce, they ain't acknowledge it
Credits
Writer(s): Ojereh Tulloch
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