War With Us

[Intro]
(Bankroll, Bankroll)

[verse]
This blood I'm cryin', hurt so bad I'm tired of tryin'
Pluckin' his ass from dead, nigga ride with head splitters , that's why the opps keep dyin'
We hit that block when them niggas start blowin' the switches and niggas was duckin' and divin'
Remember the days we was parkin' a Johnny, remember the days we was young niggas slimin' shit out
The ones who was killin' and robbin', bounce out first, ain't no way he's survivin'
Niggas be thinkin' they gangsta, I knew you was actin', when he stood in front of your honor
23 beating his chest, I'm burnin' the barrel, but that nigga body was hotter
Laughin' and smilin' button in his head, he wildin', he gettin' up pills for trauma, see this
And they told me the streets not a game
For my brother, I'm blowin' my damn Glock
In the trenches I was totin' a flame
Why the fuck would I give niggas handouts
Them bitch niggas left me in the rain to soak
The ticket, I get my lil' brother's hope
Trench nigga and my baby bro totin' a pole
That's just how we live
I'm ridin' around with this Drac on me, these niggas tryna blow my head
'Cause we killing all them niggas, stuffin the backwood with burning it
Seein' the dead, that's my head keep spinning
Nigga had dissed my brother, now he dead
We catch a opp nigga, fill him with lead
Jump out, chase a nigga and Baby Wack put him in bed
I was outside real deep in the trench
Mir tried to up and got hit in his shit
And they know it is, we putting the belt on the opps, they know how it get
And when we bounce out swingin' the door on the break, they know we ain't droppin' the tint
His face was gone, them niggas had killed my brother, now I see blood
Bro had the pound, lil nigga had fell on his face, that's why they don't get on the bus
We got his lo' from the bitch, the nigga wanna troll and diss, let's see him get up
Lil Joker was blowin' the ten, every time a nigga got sent, they say it was us
These niggas ain't got no money, how you tryin' to war with us, he ain't got no funds
Walk up, blowin' a button, the .40 was tappin' his head, we knew he was runts
.30, fallin' down my RTAs, this bitch be hard to tuck
I ain't had shit, now these bitches glaze me and my pockets, bustin'
Got a walkin' vic, bitch, we go buy murders, they ain't nothin'
Niggas playin' games to the four, think that they tough, lil boy, we tougher
We just bent the opp and let that fully roll, that bitch was jumpin'
I want racks and lot of bodies, brrrt, perform like Miley Cyrus
Want my brothers right beside me, shoot his face, know he a goner, let that 10 bounce on his body
We got packs, bitch, come and order, love my brother'nem
We go spill some blood, I know he ridin'
Nigga keep on bleedin', he fuck with the opps, we probably fried him
We were really steppin', nigga said Scoom Gang, they ain't scoom shit
Pop out with that Drac' and hit his face and say this one's for Kris
He ain't even get hit with the 10, he went out with the fish
Nigga almost died from playin games and thinkin' with his dick

[Outro]
(Bankroll, Bankroll)
Nigga said Scoom Gang, they ain't scoom shit
Pop out with that Drac' and say this one's for Kris