War Baby
(Xclusive made this)
(Yo Vicky)
(Simo Fre just killed this)
Gas station, dirty up the soda bottle
When I went over your love, I thought I hit the lotto
I say, "Through the mud, I had to walk, nobody followed"
Just found some broken Fendi goggles in my Redeye (skrrt, Redeye)
Poured out a broken Henny bottle for the dead guys (dead guys)
10.27, my whole roster duckin' fed' time (coo-coo)
We be steady steppin', wet they block up, make the headline
Glocks and Smith & Wessons
All my weapons came with led lights (uh-huh, grrah)
Hundred thousand dollars on the necklace shine, no headlight (yeah)
I just got a feti' for that fetish
Chase them dead guys
I know she wonder why I vanish
I had to, to get my head right
I'm at war, baby, it ain't no right or wrong (I'm at war, baby)
She always ask me
Why do I be in the streets and clutchin' chrome (ayy, uh)
Uh, ambulance truck, not tryna see them bust my dome (oh)
Okay, okay, I just wish they leave me 'lone
Before I signed a deal, I kinda wished that I had mattered
You know Lul Tim, he shoot to kill
We let some shots off at whoever (grrah, grrah)
Big ratchet in my pants, I do my dance with my Beretta
We bust straight static at your mans we put him up
Bitch, I'm the Devil
Homicidal thought, bled on the streets and not a stretcher
All this mud on my feet, baby, I'm nothin' like the rest
That one wrong move'll get you shot
I pray to God I'm not next up
My pain run deeper than the deepest and you got the best of it
Just lay on my chest hon'
Just found some broken Fendi goggles in my Redeye (skrrt, Redeye)
Poured out a broken Henny bottle for the dead guys (dead guys)
10.27, my whole roster duckin' fed' time (coo-coo)
We be steady steppin', wet they block up, make the headline
Glocks and Smith & Wessons
All my weapons came with led lights (uh-huh, grrah)
Hundred thousand dollars on the necklace shine, no headlight (yeah)
I just got a feti' for that fetish
Chase them dead guys
I know she wonder why I vanish
I had to, to get my head right
(Yo Vicky)
(Simo Fre just killed this)
Gas station, dirty up the soda bottle
When I went over your love, I thought I hit the lotto
I say, "Through the mud, I had to walk, nobody followed"
Just found some broken Fendi goggles in my Redeye (skrrt, Redeye)
Poured out a broken Henny bottle for the dead guys (dead guys)
10.27, my whole roster duckin' fed' time (coo-coo)
We be steady steppin', wet they block up, make the headline
Glocks and Smith & Wessons
All my weapons came with led lights (uh-huh, grrah)
Hundred thousand dollars on the necklace shine, no headlight (yeah)
I just got a feti' for that fetish
Chase them dead guys
I know she wonder why I vanish
I had to, to get my head right
I'm at war, baby, it ain't no right or wrong (I'm at war, baby)
She always ask me
Why do I be in the streets and clutchin' chrome (ayy, uh)
Uh, ambulance truck, not tryna see them bust my dome (oh)
Okay, okay, I just wish they leave me 'lone
Before I signed a deal, I kinda wished that I had mattered
You know Lul Tim, he shoot to kill
We let some shots off at whoever (grrah, grrah)
Big ratchet in my pants, I do my dance with my Beretta
We bust straight static at your mans we put him up
Bitch, I'm the Devil
Homicidal thought, bled on the streets and not a stretcher
All this mud on my feet, baby, I'm nothin' like the rest
That one wrong move'll get you shot
I pray to God I'm not next up
My pain run deeper than the deepest and you got the best of it
Just lay on my chest hon'
Just found some broken Fendi goggles in my Redeye (skrrt, Redeye)
Poured out a broken Henny bottle for the dead guys (dead guys)
10.27, my whole roster duckin' fed' time (coo-coo)
We be steady steppin', wet they block up, make the headline
Glocks and Smith & Wessons
All my weapons came with led lights (uh-huh, grrah)
Hundred thousand dollars on the necklace shine, no headlight (yeah)
I just got a feti' for that fetish
Chase them dead guys
I know she wonder why I vanish
I had to, to get my head right
Credits
Writer(s): Tyquian Bowman, Traevon Walker, Simone Di Franco, Tril Wil, Victor Ferri
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