[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
Bitch, I'ma slide where you stay, like (Stay)
I got the drop where he lay (Like what?)
Kick down the door, put the 'K to his face, like (Face)
He try to reach it's too late, like
Like, shots gettin' fired, just open the safe (Open)
I'ma demon, I shoot while I chase (What)
And I shoot while I hang over gates (Like huh?)
This .32 barkin', this shit leave no trace (Like)
Two deep, me and Dougz spin the 8
They ain't outside, take a trip to the gatе (LVK)
And I'm like where thеy at, like
I told Dougie move tact' (Tact')
Blitz through the front, I'ma blitz through the back, like
We like Kobe and Shaq
He throw five, on bro, I throw ten back, like
Just watch how they react
You like, "Brodie what's what?"
You like, "Brodie what's that?"
You ran on Woo Lotti, get back, like (Pussy)
He gon' cap for this app
Like I ain't walk in his P's, let it clap, like (Grrah)
His little ass better relax (Grrah-grrah, boom)
And this shirt on my what? (His shirt on my—)
And his shirt on my lap (Like)
I keep a stick when I'm lookin' for drip, like
Especially in Saks
Anywhere I go to be exact
I told Cody, Dougie totin' Zack, like
Most of these niggas they know what I'm on (They know)
They gon' act, but they saw me perform (Like)
They can't wait till they catch 'em a what?
Oh, lets get it on (Grrah, grrah)
We got blue beam Glocks, extensions with mops (Pussy)
Tec's, glizzy get drawn
You alright? Something is wrong (Uh)
He got shot, now his ligament torn (Pussy)
Up first, shoot, that's how I was born (Like)
He lackin', he snoozin', he snorin' (Dummy)
Don't make it hot when you shoot, get up on him (Uh-huh, like what?)
I'ma hop out, sneak all up on 'em (Pussy)
Before he look back, I'ma up and throw all 'em (Grrah)
That's on bro, I'ma throw more than four of them (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Ray swaggin' for Markie, I'm scorin' 'em
Lil' bitch, I'm not trippin', for JB I'm ballin' (Guns out)
War Pt.2 was written by Kay Flock.
War Pt.2 was produced by Elvis Beatz.