Sanctioned

If you want war let's do it don't pump fake wit it
My goons gon' ball like Big EBK
Don't run don't trip
Like pass me the sitch I'm really gone toss like
Make one call I'm picking you off
You could talk but I'll boom your jaw
Really be sliding don't play in my park
Pull up and spark we light up the dark, look

Brodie be itching and fending to boom
Dat nigga be tweakin' I stay on timing
I kill witta demon like death note, nigga
Make one call I'm upping the violence, look
Packed up smoked wit two to the face
And ashed and toted like you will get flamed
Nigga be talking like shit at a game
Upping the score but nigga don't play

Run down I'll do em like Shane
Two, three shots had six at ya brain
All talk that shit is a shame
Broad day, catch a opp then I flame
Let me start like this
I was sixteen when I had me a grip
Diss on the post then I'm taking the trip
Bullets don't sing but we making em spit
Park 'em

Forever rich, stay wit a grip
Yeah, I'm totin' my knocker
I catch me a opp, I'm making it hot, now he mixed wit the grabba
Can't fuck with no bop, not trusting a thot, that thought is a nada
Like, like
Don't got the pole, yeah, kick it like soccer

I stay wit heads that'll boom ya matta
Top five driller, I'm with top shottas
Sliding wit heaters I'm make ya block hot
Nigga I'm sanctioned, Big Don Dada, I go dumb
Show no remorse for niggas I'm numb
Y'all look worried and sacred for what
I can't talk about shit that I've done
I come from the mud

I ride wit' 'ooters who don't feel nun'
My guy gotta blick witta beam and a drum
They packing a tooly get smoked to a runt
Like if you want war, nigga don't run

Nigga don't move
You want static then show me proof
Keep me a clip for you and the news
Big old 30s I put 'em to use, gang

Don't throw up da gang if you not wit' da movement
Bitches be treeshin' and boppin' and choosin'
Been takin' these dubs swear I'm tired of this losin'
Fuck all this rappin' I'm tired of this music
Strike out like a bitch
Nah we ain't boolin'
Knock 'em flat on his back wit' dis glock it sang music

Niggas switch sides for da bread it's a shame
Throw up dem B's, NBS be da gang
If he run up he clapped if I up it I bang
Wasn't tryna sell drugs wanted bread in da bank
Gas too pressure when you smell me I stank
Roll me a blunt while I'm fuckin' her face
Scared to settle down, 'cause da love always fake
Scared to settle down, 'cause da love always fake

If he wan this then we wet 'em
Catch us a opp, we gon stretch 'em
If I don't got ma' gun then we beat 'em
We gon teach dat lil nigga a lesson
Ran em down, chased 'em outta his shoes
Say he winnin', I bet he still lose
Different guns, depend on ma' mood
Militant be da way dat I move
Gang