War

O-T-W, Robless this mo'fucka
Birds of a feather flock together in the hall, Changing up the weather, pinky ring got different
Roll, Play a different beat, they keep rapping, ain't
Gon' stop, Show up at your door with the goons, ain't

Gon' knock, Fendi on my facts, why they calling all the
Shots, Avoiding all that tax, if you paid it took
A lot, White chocolate, the past, perfect time and
Check the clock, Watch em turn to ash, think you him, but you

Not, She wear skims that I bought, wearing Tims
In New York, How bout zins, how bout not, it depends
What we on, Yeah, don't get it misconstrued we still
Chasing all that buzz, Dodging red and blues, pay no mind to no

Fuzz, Army, the color my Jeep, lil' boy, I'm
From the north, She suck it up hadda tease, while we runnin
Up the score, Yeah, we got this hoe on knees, getting packs
From the porch, And you ain't even need this pass, ain't a

Port, They been actin like a clown while I'm fuckin on a
Freak, I've been in and out of town, get my bread up keep
Receipt, Hope to sell out, rolling loud with the wham, gettin
Geek, While Red push the pound, yeah the pressure ain't

Free, Ain't giving no hugs, rolling drugs with the plugs
Yeah, Rolling up an eighth, why you smoking all the dubs
Yeah, Making basement music, but ain't ready for the clubs
Yeah, O.T. Dub, we do this and we still ain't had enough

Yeah, Ain't puffing no cigs, rolling woods on the porch
Yeah, Sometimes smoke the rig, why you playing, pass the torch
Yeah, Chasing all these bands, making plans out the north
Yeah, O.T. got a man's, why she playing, she a whore, yeah