War (Drake Remix)

[Intro]
AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL)
Stray shit
I should take my goddamn hoodie off
So niggas can hear my chains clickin' and shit, nigga
Ahah, all that shit
Yuh, look

[Verse]
Drizzy already murdered this shit, shit, nigga, oh well
The flow Hell anytime I jump on the beat
Bet I catch that shit like Odell
Never rock coat-tail, got it out the mud
Whole family was livin' in motel
The dough that I made off of dope sales
Had to give it all up just so I could post bail
Eastside boy, used to push that '01 Impala and explore the city
Lookin' for the bitties, fast forward 2019, I'm on tour with Jiddy
Euro steppin' (Uh), nigga had the penthouse suite in Paris
Five star eat spot, lookin' for the wings on the menu, I'm slick embarrassed
IG models don't tickle my fancy, write a chef up like Ramsey
Clutch sticks when a kid get antsy, better stay off my lawn like Stanley
Just bought a brand new FN, the clip hold thirty, I call 'em Stephen
Better call backup or back up, I act like Kaep and keep on steppin'
Lot of y'all flexin' the talk out the side of y'all mouth, but it's solely for retweets
Drop [?] or you don't, shit is easy, R.I.P Kobe and Gigi
Ain't been sober in three weeks, shit, I still got Snubnose on repeat
Niggas saw shit from a distance, same ones callin' me broke when you see me
Make sure the team eat six figure deals, in my email always on CC
Big dog, lil' niggas know they can't beat me
I'ma rub it in like tea tree
Push GLE down Peach street, when the bitch glide, it look like spaceship
Reppin' that Stray shit, y'all niggas basic, please don't quit your dayshift
Me and Tigg fucked up [?], that's my dog 'til they close the curtains
I been in my bag like birkin', everyone around me done put real work in
And we keep straps on persons, much rather that than arrive in hearses
Please be prepared for the purchase, if you try hit my line 'bout verses
Niggas keep askin' if me and Ant still cool, nigga that's my brother
Play with the fam in the two-two-three, gon' st-st-st-st-stutter
Choosey lover, GRIP, the heart break kid, I'm smooth as butter
Mood is gutter, look how he move and manoeuvre through the clutter
Game fucked up but it's cool, 'cause I love to see a young nigga get them rackades
I was blackin' on pages, and you was fuckin' off on Backpage
You be on LinkedIn lookin' for a nine-to-five, my links is Cuban
Yo shit came from the kiosk that's out the cap
Who you think you foolin'?
[?] coolin' you can look all you want, just keep it movin'
Glock .23, with the beam included, please don't bring me to it
Been all in, they had no choice, this rap shit had to pop
I'ma be doin' shit the Stray way till the casket drop