War Paint

Mir:
I got a pack of the za
Niggas know me when I'm back with the mob
Seen em treat rap like a tactical job
Me I just rap with the passion of God
You merely an actor who's rapping alot
I capture my thoughts when I rap off the top
Niggas tell stories behind my back but they never could tell you the actually plot

And that's cools
Niggas don't know me cause I don't hang around with fools
Been wavy for so long could change the tide inside
Don't need no shine inside my I changed my mind and copped jewels
I ain't even gon shoot I changed my mind and popped the tool

Peso:
Fuck yo career bitch
Fall off they say pe$o actin cruel
I just came up out dat water eyes red tentacruel
Man fuck yo streams fuck them plays wheres yo money?
Thats whats cool
Everything hit 100 percent damage full
This shit
Back in day hustle was matinee
Nowaday get to the money whatever way andale
Stop all that bitchin and walk with me
Honestly ain't talkin money dont talk to me
Honestly ain't with that bitch get offa me
Smokin on botany
Stick like im pottering
I keep a stack in a stash for the plottering
If he talk shit metal clip like soldering
God damn
Heat up his shit like endeavour
I fucked up my money til dat shit got preggers
Damn
Im like ralph
Hop in da booth and I wreck it
Just get you a plan man stop moving reckless
Thing on my hip got bite tigrerra
King size raw full of dead torterra
Im up now
Yung Pe$o is not sharing!
He fucking with gang and this function im airing

Chorus: (Vasto)
Warpaint on my face im ready to kill some shit
Boy dont try to hide UAV in the sky revealin shit
Talk down till we peel his shit
Hop on a beat then kill that shit
In the cut like fawful
Did him awful
On my villain shit
And when we spin yo top can't recover you ain't k rool
He dont want no action just like ratchet you know i stay wit tools
Talkin shit lou bangin too
You beat me that ain't the truth
Bro dont sweat it
You know you on track when they start hatin you

Louverture:

WHAT’S WITH ALL THESE DUMB ASS NIGGAS TRYNA’ GET ME VEXED
STEADY TRYNA PRESS ME, STEADY TRYNA POCKET CHECK
WHERE THE FUCK YO MANNERS, WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR RESPECT
I CAN’T WAIT TO LEAVE Y’ALL LOOKING STUPID WHEN I GET MY BREAD

On my Hopsin: bout my business, my ill mind finna shatter the doubt
If you dissing, then I’m dissing, could give a fuck bout your status or clout
Never treat me like I ain’t pitch in, back then I put food in your mouth
Gave you meals when I had nothing, THAT SHOULD TELL YO ASS WHAT I’M BOUT

Sending shots? Then I’ll get a vest then
Invested in my own stock, did the unexpected
Rejected by all you pest, now i’m too connected
Your bested, get put to rest for making me restless

Tested - and trained to kill when moving my lips
Been making them hits so please get the fuck off my dick
Must got a crush, If not, it don’t really make sense
Ain’t spewing no lies, I chill with the baddest of bitch

(ruling) LIFE TURNED GTA: 5 STARS, BITCH, I’M WANTED
WAR PAINT ON MY FACE, BEEN SCARRED LIKE, WHO WANT IT?
STACKING UP MY RACKS WHILE Y’ALL CRABS IN A BUCKET
WIN AGAINST ALL ODDS TURN MY OPPS INTO NOTHING

Chorus:
Warpaint on my face im ready to kill some shit
Boy dont try to hide UAV in the sky revealin shit
Talk down till we peel his shit
Hop on a beat then kill that shit
In the cut like fawful
Did him awful
On my villain shit
And when we spin yo top can't recover you ain't k rool
He dont want no action just like ratchet you know i stay wit tools
Talkin shit lou bangin too
You beat me that ain't the truth
Bro dont sweat it
You know you on track when they start hatin you

Breeton:

Talking bout action but boi you ain’t bout it
Tryna be clouted, you ended up clouded
Catch rounds from my arms, look like Hoopa Unbounded
We bury a body, ain’t bury no hatchet

Bury a body, he dead in the lobby
My crew hop from block after block like an Obby
Accrue hella funds but for you, it’s a hobby
My Blue stay on Lock, so my pockets on Nagi

So no wonder I got me an ego
You got me on the feat? It’s a cheat code
Treat the beat like your team, we got heat for ‘em
They competing with me, finna leave ‘em in the dust huh

Unearthed talent, I been heat to the core
All these other rappers barely at the crust huh
Money in the bag no trust fund