Go To War

We don't gotta talk it cuz we live it round here
You know what you take is what you get around here
Tired of people thinking they can sit in my chair
You ain't put in work and you ain't been around here
Running with the winners I don't lose
When they hit the fan you call the woos
When I hit the fan I call the bros and go to war
When I hit the fade you know you better hit the floor

This a big track
Fuck up off my big sack
Steady on my grind
Could give a fuck about your bitch ass
Hundred on me it's some lightwork sit back
Give my brodie the assist pass
Flicking through the big lights I ain't even' frontin'
Never in the back I'm steady chilling in the front man
Tell your boy what's up fam
Talking on the truth gotta double up his love fam for real
Shit is different
I'm moving this shit is physics
Never quitting
I'm really locked on a mission
I really get it
It's all just because I get it
I admit my vision is really distant step back
In fact focused on the big fact
When life hits then you gotta hit the big gas
Smoke a zig zag dubbing any kiss ass
Double up the shifts and show em where always I've been at

We don't gotta talk it cuz we live it round here
You know what you take is what you get around here
Tired of people thinking they can sit in my chair
You ain't put in work and you ain't been around here
Running with the winners I don't lose
When they hit the fan you call the woos
When I hit the fan I call the bros and go to war
When I hit the fade you know you better hit the floor

Tell me where they at
I'm going all in
It's nostalgic
Do it for my fallen
I'm on my boss tip
Learning from my losses
Drippy like a faucet
Flow they never top it
Make it drop
Let it drip
Take a shot
Pour a fifth
Going off
What it is
It's the squad
Getting lit look
This that heavy the benji ready I'm cut throat uh
I'm like Messi I'm kicking killer flow also
They wanna hesi just get the fedi we all grow
I'm at a pot roast chilling with my pops bro
This the vibe and we live going off road
Feeling right it's divine was a lost soul
On the rise cannot lie cuz I'm all for
Truth dimes now I'm dine on the top floor

We don't gotta talk it cuz we live it round here
You know what you take is what you get around here
Tired of people thinking they can sit in my chair
You ain't put in work and you ain't been around here
Running with the winners I don't lose
When they hit the fan you call the woos
When I hit the fan I call the bros and go to war
When I hit the fade you know you better hit the floor



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Gutierrez, Eugene-andrew Sarmiento Sarmiento, Emmanuel Jacinthe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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