Warlord
We do you dirtier
Share my location with my bitch cause she a worrier
And I'm chef curry cooking up chicken curry
Lost child laker got traded to the warriors
Bluefaces in my pocket when we turning up
I get the drop on the spot and I'll blow it up
Bro was moving hot swiping cards like we loading up
And we switching lanes got some things and they blowing us
They know when they see us better run or they going up
Bro I got the low they getting low but it's not low enough
Cause I can see his head right through the scopes and I can load it up
And I can see he soft can't take a punch that boy he folding up
They know we adding k's and dropping shit to what they throwing up
These niggas talk that crazy shit but niggas they not bold enough
You gotta stand for something in this bitch why you not holding up
Gotta take them risks cause we know we gone be victorious
Throw up the assist and lay it down they say we forcing it
Pull up in the whip we in and out the gas we flooring it
We party on the strip the law in route and we ignoring it
Never second guess them tinted cars cause they be touring it
You niggas unknown in this city yall like tourist
Do You know what boring is these niggas ain't never did shit to know what scoring is
And I like how bro shoot he got a form with it
They like how I step one two they adoring it
They know that I always been one hundred never testify
I see that city on fire like who's next to die
Last nigga played got a fade now who's next to try
Bitch we up in first place you the back of line
Yard mon hydrated like I'm alkaline
Bad ting fat pussy gyal do the Dutty wine
Who you what you gone do nothing to none of mine
Adryan tnb this not a song this a battle cry
I got battle scars up inside I been traumatized
I'm a lost child don't know how I can't find a why
Bitches ain't shit wonder why they can't find a guy
Like to run your yappers like a snitch do I find a lie
Might just set it off on the trip come another time
Never get caught in the mix of another tribe
Tnb don't trust these hoes I don't want a bride
And I'm outside living life I don't want to die
Step and slide it's a homicide
Make your mama cry it's televised
Got them petrified
They sacred of I ain't daring mine
This ain't caring time she gone call the boys she on camera time
Sour ass bitch like a clementine
Share my location with my bitch cause she a worrier
And I'm chef curry cooking up chicken curry
Lost child laker got traded to the warriors
Bluefaces in my pocket when we turning up
I get the drop on the spot and I'll blow it up
Bro was moving hot swiping cards like we loading up
And we switching lanes got some things and they blowing us
They know when they see us better run or they going up
Bro I got the low they getting low but it's not low enough
Cause I can see his head right through the scopes and I can load it up
And I can see he soft can't take a punch that boy he folding up
They know we adding k's and dropping shit to what they throwing up
These niggas talk that crazy shit but niggas they not bold enough
You gotta stand for something in this bitch why you not holding up
Gotta take them risks cause we know we gone be victorious
Throw up the assist and lay it down they say we forcing it
Pull up in the whip we in and out the gas we flooring it
We party on the strip the law in route and we ignoring it
Never second guess them tinted cars cause they be touring it
You niggas unknown in this city yall like tourist
Do You know what boring is these niggas ain't never did shit to know what scoring is
And I like how bro shoot he got a form with it
They like how I step one two they adoring it
They know that I always been one hundred never testify
I see that city on fire like who's next to die
Last nigga played got a fade now who's next to try
Bitch we up in first place you the back of line
Yard mon hydrated like I'm alkaline
Bad ting fat pussy gyal do the Dutty wine
Who you what you gone do nothing to none of mine
Adryan tnb this not a song this a battle cry
I got battle scars up inside I been traumatized
I'm a lost child don't know how I can't find a why
Bitches ain't shit wonder why they can't find a guy
Like to run your yappers like a snitch do I find a lie
Might just set it off on the trip come another time
Never get caught in the mix of another tribe
Tnb don't trust these hoes I don't want a bride
And I'm outside living life I don't want to die
Step and slide it's a homicide
Make your mama cry it's televised
Got them petrified
They sacred of I ain't daring mine
This ain't caring time she gone call the boys she on camera time
Sour ass bitch like a clementine
Credits
Writer(s): Adryan Williams
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