Art of War

[Intro: 3200 Tre]
(Enrgy made this one)
Huh, hold on
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[Verse 1: 3200 Tre & AK Bandamont]
When I rap, I like to hear myself talk 'cause I'm a fan of me
Huh, the car mean, don't got an air, I keep a fan with me
Huh, I was taught to trust nobody, even family
Huh, don't ask me shit, you could die if you raise a hand to me
Huh, how I'm in this bitch crispy and got a band with me? Huh
If you ain't got a hundred K, then you can't stand with me, huh
The chop got its own leg, it like to stand with me
Huh, I be up all night rappin', I got stamina, huh
You gotta Cash App to call me? Right now it cost to talk
Huh, nobody passed me the rock, I went and bought a ball
Hm, I ain't got no opps left, I done chalked 'em all
Huh, before I buy a bitch a purse, I be done bought 'em all
Hm, I received every package, I done caught 'em all
Hm, unky in there Mike Vicking, he done fought a dog
Huh, you gotta stand on all ten until the charges fall
Huh, the Tesla damn near died on me 'cause the charger far (Yeah)

[Verse 2: AK Bandamont]
I'm ridin' around with two chops, I know the art of war
This bitch freaky, keep lickin' on my ear, we finna start a porn
I be on Joy Road with Key and Mills, I'm knowin' all the lords
This a Hellcat, I turn this bitch on, you hear the starter roar
This nigga tried to call the beef off, then what you start it for?
This bitch talk a lot, bitch, eat it up, I'm finna pound her core
Huh, I got a pint of drank on me and a pound, of course
Ten thousand flat on me, this shit blue, what I'ma count it for?
Tuh, I just sold a four of fake red
The opps hoes, every time we slide on 'em, they try to play dead
I dropped dick in this bitch, she fell asleep, I got a great bed
All these pills make you nod off, I got great meds
I'll fuck around and turn to Melly, I hate fake friends
We done shot a movie, I brought her to the 'telly, she had eight friends
It's like every two days I crash Mercedes, this my eighth Benz
Ain't trust the 30s, they was hit, I sold him laced 10s

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
I just lied straight off his dome, now he got eight dreads
Y'all niggas hoes, please stop sellin' fake meds
I hit a bitch straight on the floor, never not my bed
They thought Krispy caught a body, but them was not my legs
In here trippin', I'm fuckin' with this beat pattern
I'm 'posed to be vegan, but in my pocket, got a beef patty
I don't care for fresh braids, I keep my shit nappy
I rushed to the truck, I pop this bitch, you gon' see kathy
I'm blessed in KY, boy, got a Kentucky plug
Made them hoes bounce they ass way before "Kentucky Love"
She said I came fast, I hit her with sixty shrugs
Old lady sell me all her Percs 'til she sixty plus
I don't keep track of my bitch, but tell me where she goin'
I told my nigga put the weed up, he got a 'bow showin'
I took a bitch to my lake, this a boat showing
I told my opps, "You gon' die this summer", we gon' prolong it