WAR With US Lyrics

What, what? We started this shit, man. We fathered this shit man. For real

Got a lotta dirt myself
Thirty, Thirty on me shoot em' like Steph Curry
Shells get to raining, get wet up, huh?
Fallen and your ass won't get up, nah
Bitch, I get busy with choppas and glizzys, I'm ridin through this city
This Glock got no safety
Keep that bitch with me, so please do not tempt me, I squeeze till' it's empty
You thinkin' you crazy

Bad bitch from another country, foreign
Slam dunk on all that p*ssy, scoring
Nigga, I own til the next sheet, boring
Finna pull up on a friend hoe, gone

Bandz on me, money won't go down
Leprechaun, where is me gold, bands
Can't catch the drip, you got no hands
[?] to drip, you got no hands
I ain't got opps, I got all fans
I be slidin' on niggas, straight patchin them
You ain't wanna die, why you lack with them?
Hoppin up out of them astro vans
Caught your ass, boy, you can't hide from him
We dangerous, Tooka, man, smoke em like angel dust
Boy, you ain't gang, you a stain, you can't hang with us
Glizzys on every gang member that came wit us
Aim and just spray at them niggas that ain't wit us

How you gonna war with a god? A beast?
You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak
Boy, we dust your ass hard, sweepin
You don't want smoke on my squad, you tweakin
Tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us
They ain't want a war wit us, nah
Tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war wit us
Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
Tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us
They ain't want a war wit us, nah Tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war wit us
Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors

Whole lotta wild ass shorties, babies
Thirty-five stuffed in a forty, Katie
Nah, they ain't need no aim, say what?
Hit a nigga up close range, layups
Two hands, I'm rocking the metal
I'm hot like the devil
I bury your block like a shovel
Hit your ass all in your neck, man, your head on your chest
Look like Olympical medals
Switch and swervin through traffic
Stop us
I can switch gears on my ratchet, choppa
When we roll up we bustin, blocka
Knock all that meat out your f*ckin taco
Hollow tips spinning like cyclones
Facetime a nigga like iphones
I put a pretty opp bitch in a morgue, huh?
I call that bitch drop dead gorgeous
Damn

I'm heartless bitch, you can call me the tinman
Going against me is like crawling through quicksand
Draco be sparkin and bargin through bricks, man
Some call me grandson, some call me hitman
Bitch, some call me hitman
Bitch, some call me hitman
Some call me grandson, some call me hitman

How you gonna war with a god? A beast?
You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak
Boy, we dust your ass hard, sweepin
You don't want smoke on my squad, you tweakin
Tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us
They ain't want a war wit us, nah
Tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war wit us
Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
Tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us
They ain't want a war wit us, nah
Tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war wit us
Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors

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