Warfare

[Intro]
(Terion, drop that beat)
(Honcho on this beat right here, who said that?)
Been gettin' money, first name, last (Been gettin' money, first name, last)
(Honcho on the beat, bitch)

[Chorus]
They like, "Poodie, he the heart of the trenches," I be feeling like God when I walk through 'em
They like, "Poodie, he the voice of the trenches," I ain't rapping, I be preaching when I talk to 'em
Trap roll nonstop, it's a lot here
Nigga say he in thе streets, he ain't out here
Hundrеd shots in the chop, we ain't got fear
Double cup full of lean, this is not beer
Run that shit up so fast, they ain't see me pass, all the opps seen was my mask
We in Miami and she think she finna get a new ass, I'm with the plug tryna get some new bags
Warfare, do you got warfare? I'll start a war that my niggas gon' crash
Been getting money, nigga, first name, last
Quick to take a fuck nigga out like trash

[Verse]
I heard them fuck niggas talkin', I ain't even gon' listen
Tune in, better pay attention
Poodie been spinning
Poodie never fold on a mission
Did a lot of gangster shit I can't mention
Trigger finger still itching
Don't mind me, I'm reminiscing
Nigga put holes in the beanie, put a hole in your fitted
I ain't have to shoot the pole in a minute
My youngins take soul for a living
Yeah, word around town, got mud on my top
He try to take the money and the dummy gettin' popped
Like, knock-knock, Glock clocked, thirty-four opps
Yeah, crack rock Ziploc, serve it on the clock
Yeah, Poodie at the tip-top, they wait on me to drop
He was pussy, nigga probably wait on me to flop
Catch 'em slippin', have them jits waitin' with the mop
Poodie mob ties, swear this shit bigger than Barack
Nigga swear it's smoke, but he just seen me, must be dreaming, streets telling me they need me
Shorty keep telling me, "Leave 'em," but it ain't easy, I rap, but the streets still feed me
Finna make the opps go and check the score, they already know we gettin' over, we ain't gettin' even
They like, "Poodie, he the voice, he the GOAT," real shit, I'm tryna tell you what the price they screamin'

[Chorus]
They like, "Poodie, he the heart of the trenches," I be feeling like God when I walk through 'em
They like, "Poodie, he the voice of the trenches," I ain't rapping, I be preaching when I talk to 'em
Trap roll nonstop, it's a lot here
Nigga say he in the streets, he ain't out here
Hundred shots in the chop, we ain't got fear
Double cup full of lean, this is not beer
Run that shit up so fast, they ain't see me pass, all the opps seen was my mask
We in Miami and she think she finna get a new ass, I'm with the plug tryna get some new bags
Warfare, do you got warfare? I'll start a war that my niggas gon' crash
Been getting money, nigga, first name, last
Quick to take a fuck nigga out like trash