Warrior

[Intro]
Me and lil' opp split the pocket
And don't want no pork, it's hella beef
We gon' top his noggin
If he talk down on the family
I put some cross hoes on your conscious
Baby, cross hoes don't be scared of me
I got a grenade in my shoebox, I could blow up your apartment
(Is that DJ PHAT? Girl, go—, go run the back)
(Yeah, what it is? It’s Dashy two times, A.K.A. O.G. Dutch master, A.K.A. lil' pink skully, A.K.A. young fat glick, and you now rocking with DJ PHAT, nigga, turn up)

[Chorus]
She rubbin her clit like a DJ
But she suckin' my dick on the muhfuckin' freeway
She fuck with killers and gangster drug dealers
This bitch only wanna go three ways
She in her feelings and I cannot feel her
She in her feelings, this hoe sentimental
I'm off the Skittles, I cannot feel her
I want a perc in her mouth like a dental
I got that hoe in my condo-wondo
Her side of Chanel in the summer
Boy you ain't the plug, you a runner
I watched the middleman run up a hunnid
Bitch is the chemical, addicted like sama
I'm in New York like I'm DD Osama
But, we don't do no milly rockin'
I got a knife in my muhfuckin' pocket
I got—, I got a knife in my muhfuckin' pocket
I got a knife in my muhfuckin' pocket

[Verse]
Leave the fuck nigga red like a stocking
I'm with the boys, they screamin' "what poppin'"
'Cause i'm moppin', i'm screamin' with bracket
They screaming what’s poppin’ I’m screaming what’s bracking
They screaming what’s poppin’ I’m screaming what’s bracking
I score a— (DJ PHAT, what the fuck we sippin' man)
Me and lil' opp split the pocket
And don't want no pork, it's hella beef
We gon' top his noggin
If he talk down on the family
I put some cross hoes on your conscious
Baby, cross hoes don't be scared of me
I got a grenade in my shoebox, I could blow up your apartment
Bitch, you know the fuck—, told dog shit
Bitch, I'm still gettin' money
Damn, I'm acting a lil' funky
Damn, I remember lil' dunky
Get the bro touched, find his mommy
She overdose on my lovin'—
She overdose on my lovin', make her want to kill herself
Got some goals on the money (This is a DJ PHAT exclusive)
I just me and her and nun'
I make her feel self, I make her feel alive
If we rule the world, better not tell me no lie
Baby, we rule the world, woah

[Chorus]
She rubbin her clit like a DJ
But she suckin' my dick on the muhfuckin' freeway
She fuck with killers and gangster drug dealers
This bitch only wanna go three ways
She in her feelings and I cannot feel her
She in her feelings, this hoe sentimental
I'm off the Skittles, I cannot feel her
I want a perc in her mouth like a dental
I got that hoe in my condo-wondo
Her side of Chanel in the summer
Boy you ain't the plug, you a runner
I watched the middleman run up a hunnid
Bitch is the chemical, addicted like sama
I'm in New York like I'm DD Osama
But, we don't do no milly rockin'
I got a knife in my muhfuckin' pocket
I got a knife in my muhfuckin' pocket (DJ PHAT, what the fuck we sippin' man)
I got a knife in my muhfuckin' pocket