Battleground

I just dropped a couple dollars on some mothafuckin' shoes
Gucci drippin' on my belt, set a fire in the boot
Lil' mama we just be fuckin' hell nah you can be my boo
Assault Rifle gon' hit his brain
Nigga too too too too too
I heard he got a lil' brother, then we comin' for him too

I'm on Dream Chaser, nigga, I can never chase a thot
Niggas can't run up on us, we strap up like the cops
We bout to shit for real, nigga, nigga, fuck the opps
Bitch, if you really think you cute, I dare you to take the mask off

If you really a baddie, let me see you without makeup
Bad bitch, fat ass, baby, twerk your ass off
Bitch, I stay with the gang, fifteen deep we hit the club
I been waitin' for the serve, I'm puttin' pressure on the plug

Heard they be talkin' on my name, tell him, Dior, don't give a fuck
Call of duty in his bitch, I customized the fucking scar
Nigga, you a lil' player, let me see your fuckin' score
Oh yeah, she got a man, but she fucking fuckin' Dior

No need to tell her how to do it
She knows how I like my dick sucked
Young nigga 20 with a 30, shoot the shit like Stephen curry
Double cup, it's strawberry, sippin' juice strawberry
I just dropped a couple dollars on some motherfuckin' shoes

Gucci drippin' on my belt, I set fire in the booth
Lil' mama we just be fuckin', hell nah, you can't be my boo
Assault Rifle, gon' hit his brain, nigga, two, two, two, two, two
I heard he got a lil' brother, then we comin' for him, too

I'm a dream chaser, nigga, I can never chase a thot
Niggas can't run up on us, we be strapped up like the cops
We about this shit for real huh
Nigga, fuck the opps



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Writer(s): Wentz Celan
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