World War 3

The flow aged right like white wine. Slim face, cute waist with the nice eyes
I'ma beat the shit up, no nice guy. Might sound brazy, but I don't lie
Might pour something up for the old times, but the bitch ain't shit, I got no time
Can I live, stop flexing, bitch, tell me what it is. Walk how I talk it, I do what it is

So vicious like Sid, got the drink in the fridge. Watch how you sip, this is not for the kids
Brunch Klub Music
Ran in the boot. No, I ain't run in that, bitch, I actually walk
Let me put the phone down, you heard me Let me do my thing

Brunch Klub Music
Wake up in the morning, it's a new day. Got this shit sewed up like my shoelace
Spin heat, dragon fire, got that Luke Kane. Big faces, I don't fuck around with loose change
I'm in New Orleans, these niggas be tripping. Bitches be jealous, they just want attention

I want that power, I need my position. Don't give a fuck if you really don't feel it
Know I'm gonna kill it, they know I got gas. If you didn't put in, you know I can't pass
Just got a beat, bought it straight to the lab. I'm on that fab, saying fuck a price tag, tell her throw it in the bag
Niggas so sad, how the fuck they got fans? Big dog, bitch, better move when I pass

I'm an ice cold nigga, I just want that bankroll. Trapin two days, I ain't never change clothes
Sign on the hood, pussy niggas can't go. Heard Wally talking shit, but that shit's so old
Life like the Mac, man, your bitch'll get chose. If I'm not cuffing, gotta pass to the bros
Pesos, I need it by the caseload. Death squad strapped up like gay hoes

Snake niggas reckless, they fuck up my blessings. Bitch, I'm a Virgo, I teach you a lesson
Pay for that pack send it straight to your house. Diss any nigga, I don't want no handout
Know how I'm living, you don't gotta flex. Speak in my name, I'm gon' need me a check
Know I never stress, brunch Klub up next. Niggas talk hot shit, but they soft like breasts

Get the fuck, you a pest. I got Citgo I got exxon. I'm a don like my uncle, bitch, I'm Teflon
Getting head, feel like I'm in the purgatory. The money gon' come, you ain't gotta worry
I'm cooking up shit like Chef Curry. The flow age right like white wine
Slim face, cute waist with the nice eyes. I'ma beat the shit up, no nice guy

Might sound brazy, but I don't lie. Might post something up for the old times
But the bitch ain't shit, I got no time. Can I live, stop flexing, bitch, tell me what it is
Walk how I talk it, I do what it is. So vicious like Sid got the drink in the fridge
Watch how you sip, this is not for the kids. Fresh like Rick with the slick-ass perm

Had to move on, some niggas ain't gon' learn
I mean, I'm slick like Rick and the fresh-ass perm. Had to move on, some niggas ain't gon' learn
That's what I meant
Brunch Klub, nigga



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Writer(s): Shaquille Hurd
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