WAR WITH US

Tuh
ITB, like, OnO

Gotta stay off that block
And go make me a hit
Now these bad bitches on dick
Oh he talking crazy?
Bullets hit his 6
He survive, better plead the 5th
Cause all of that ratting
Get hit in your shit
All that talking nigga yous a bitch
And me and this Glock we like Lilo & Stitch
Shit a make a nigga do a flip
Momma caught me with them packs
I was smoking the room up
Play the opps in the function
I'm shooting the room up
Bro toting a mop
So I'm picking the broom up
Making all them diss songs
Still ain't do nun
And niggas be bitches
Told bro hop out go get him
He got 'em
Now he got blood on his denim
You toting that gun
But you ain't finna shoot
When it's time to slide
You won't know what to do

.45 hit a nigga back like Ricky
Like who made this beat?
Yeah I think it was Ricky
He want War With Us?
This shit a get sticky
I'm tryna run it up
And give my Momma a milly
And why that nigga rapping like he sliding?
Like, we all know that nigga lying
Lu pass me that blunt
Nigga yeah I'm frying
Choppa hit a nigga bullets flying
Tuh, like
When they call me The Don
It ain't for no reason
Mike in the cut
Ready to get the squeezing
Tryna catch him a opp
Yeah that nigga be feening
And this bitch on my dick
Really cause I'm rapping
Like what you gon do when bullets get to clapping?
Bro toting a ruger nigga
Not a Mac10
Still pop out that cut
He gon head tap him

Ysi eres gorda o flaca
Todo eso no me importa a mí

But you know I like em slim thick
Come fuck with me
I told that bitch just to get on her knee
When I hop on the beat
Bitch you know ima geek
Shorty came in, nails done
She on fleek
When Brodie he spot him a opp
He gon tweak

Gotta stay off that block
And go make me a hit
Now these bad bitches on dick
Oh he talking crazy?
Bullets hit his 6
He survive, better plead the 5th
Cause all of that ratting get hit in your shit
All that talking nigga yous a bitch
And me and this Glock we like Lilo & Stitch
Shit a make a nigga do a flip
Momma caught me with them packs
I was smoking the room up
Play the opps in the function
I'm shooting the room up
Bro toting a mop
So I'm picking the broom up
Making all them diss songs
Still ain't do nun
And niggas be bitches
Told bro hop out go get him
He got 'em now
He got blood on his denim
You toting that gun
But you ain't finna shoot
When it's time to slide
You won't know what to do

When we slide thru
Ain't no where that you can go
Hookah bussin, flavor mango
Bitch freaky
Let me play with her mangos
Choppa hit a nigga give him a halo
Gotta stay off that block
And go hop in the booth
She suck dick like she don't got no tooth
Glock on my hip
I'll let it loose
He talking crazy
He ain't bullet proof
Uh, like
I just put a bag on that nigga head
I told my shooters
I just want him dead
He like writing them diss songs
Fill him with led
Bad bitch
She tryna lay in my bed
Tryna cuddle
Baby I just want the head
I know none of my niggas never turning fed
When bro on a drill all he see is red

Gotta stay off that block
And go make me a hit
Now these bad bitches on dick
Oh he talking crazy?
Bullets hit his 6
He survive
Better plead the 5th
Cause all of that ratting get hit in your shit
All that talking nigga yous a bitch
And me and this Glock we like Lilo & Stitch
Shit a make a nigga do a flip
Momma caught me with them packs
I was smoking the room up
Play the opps in the function
I'm shooting the room up
Bro toting a mop
So I'm picking the broom up
Making all them diss songs
Still ain't do nun
And niggas be bitches
Told bro hop out go get him
He got 'em
Now he got blood on his denim
You toting that gun
But you ain't finna shoot
When it's time to slide
You won't know what to do

ITB OnO shit



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Writer(s): Ish The Kidd
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