​war...

[Intro]
(C'mon Coupe, hop in)
No

[Verse 1]
Don't talk, don't run up
He try me, he run up, that nigga get done up
They tryna compete, but my shit too cold
Smoke this pack with your bitch and my neck on froze
Bitch, we kicking in, kicking in doors
Hope these niggas is ready, I'm ready for war
I'm off of that pack, yeah, my voice gettin hoarse
Speeding off in that whip, put the bitch in sport
Man, I got all these bands, I be balling like I'm on the court
Like why is she hitting my line? Your bitch is a whore
Got that bitch what she want and she love it
I ain't start out with shit, turned nothing to something, woah
He keep talking, choppa get to bussing, oh
Yeah, I want a problem, turn nothing to something, oh
Don't try running, it's onе on one
You already saw too much, lil' nigga, you done
All thеse niggas keep riding my dick and I don't give a fuck
Smith & Wesson on me and that shit finna buss
Keep the Glock in my pocket if that nigga thinking he tough
Hit that boy for like five bands, put like five in if he thinking he tough
My niggas gon' shoot when I say so
If he missing his target, he off of the payroll
I'm sending my boy, your boy better lay low
Yeah, I'm counting the guap, I'm counting the paper
Yeah, I'm sippin that purp' and I'm sitting in the back smoking green with your bitch
Why this pussy nigga coughing up off one hit?
Made a K, yeah, a K in a day and I took it and flipped it, making it, counting up digits
Take a look at my figures, I got me like seven
Pussy boy talking back, send that boy to the reverend
Niggas only shoot back if I let them
Niggas talk down, send 'em to Heaven

[Verse 2]
Woah, you should already know
Lil' bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T
Yeah, I run it up, run it up, run it some more
I add me a one, and a one, and a one, and a one, it's four
Pour me a four and I pour me some more
She ain't sucking no dick, kick that bitch out the door
Yeah, I ride with the choppa, the choppa, the K
They like, "Where is you at?" Bitch, I'm getting the K's
I ain't smokin your shit, yeah, that shit be laced
Don't ask me for a feat', get it out of my face
Keep a AK-47 and it spray
We shoot at his head, we hitting his brain
Them pussy ass niggas them niggas I hate
Fell in love with my choppa, take it on a date, ugh
Choppa make a nigga stand up
I don't wanna hear talk, I don't wanna hear banter
Yeah, I'm mixing that drink with my Fanta
Yeah, I'm fucking that bitch with my hands up
Put a hole in his head, 'cause he ran up
Like why you act tough? Lil' bitch, you dumb
Hit that boy with the Glock, it's one on one
Hit that boy wit the K, it's one on one

[Bridge]
Like okay, hold up, where the fuck is the 808?
Call up Coupe and told 'em bring the bass in
These bum ass niggas, on God, I hate them
He talking that shit, hit 'em up for like five bands
Do this shit on my own, don't nobody know my plan
I had a old bitch, I don't need her
Got two guns on me, two guns on me
Keep me a Zack and a Cody

[Verse 3]
Yeah, keep me a .40
That shit on my waist, my niggas be ready to go
You don't even know me
But I know your bitch, she sucking me and giving me throat
All the racks, all the racks on the floor
Got me a band and I got me some more
Yeah, I'm fucking your bitch, yeah, I'm fucking your whore
If boy got a problem, we going to war