Warzone, Pt. 2

[Intro]
(They let 4mosa on the track, bitch)
(JSH!)
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Baow-baow (Ah)

[Chorus]
This shit deeper than rap, man, this shit ain't no cap
Tryna push up on me, get him whacked (Baow, baow, baow)
Nazzy dead and y'all still ain't get back (Nazzy)
Reload and bend and we spinnin' right back (Baow-baow)
Like, I'm a 'ooter, just watch how I black
Back out the chop and niggas runnin' laps (Baow-baow)
How many opps done got took off the map? (Like what?)
Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby)
Can't forget about shh, he got hit in his back (Grrah)
Like, if he with his boo, get him clapped (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that (Like, nah)
EBS demons, we gotta move tact', like (EBS)
I been fiendin' to catch me a pack (Grrah)
Eli a bitch, how you told? You a rat (You a rat)
Beat on his head, got him runnin' like track (Like what?)
Like, think, bro, not a 'ootеr you smacked (Baow-baow-baow)

[Verse]
They like, "Yus, you thе face of the Bronx," that's a fact (Like what?)
Nigga, move, I'm tryna get niggas clapped (Boom)
Nigga, boom, bullets gon' beat on his back (Baow-baow)
Nigga, zoom, I'm tryna run up the racks (Like what?)
Like, you don't know me so stop looking back
Don't panic, up it, then I double tap (Baow-baow)
Don't run, bro got the beam on his strap (Don't run)
Like, oh, he DOA? Cut off his tat' (DOA)
I'm a top three shotta, check out the stats (Like what?)
Spin on my dollie, them niggas get clapped (Baow-baow)
Big gun got kick, they don't know what's attached
Don't run, he was running, he didn't look back (Baoow-baow)
Red beam on the gun if that boy try to run (Like)
Up on his mommy and daddy and son
Bend the mitch, tryna leave niggas done (Bend 'em)
Like, up my fingers, I still make 'em run (Baow-baow)
I'm the face of the Bronx, niggas know where I'm from
Up first knocker, throw like a tun (Ah)
Don't run, don't trip, red beam on the shh (Don't trip)
Blitz both ways, put the beam on a shh
Runnin' on feet, put the beam on a shh (Don't run)
Big F.E.B., you can't be with us
Ayy, F.E.B. going straight to the top (Like)
Money, bitches, fame, guap
They like, "Yus, how you bought a new watch?" (Like)
You reach for my chain, on my mother you shot (Boom, baow)
Red beam on his hip, he run, get him shot (Don't run)
When we spin we knockin' his top (Frrah)
He gon' walk with a limp if he movin' Wock' (Don't move)
If he with his bitch then they both gettin' shot (Baow-baow)
Got a big four-fifth, no, this shit ain't no prop (Like)
They be like, "Yus cool," bitch, I'm on hots
I told brodie move back if I catch me a opp (Move)
Watch out, like (Ah)

[Chorus]
This shit deeper than rap, man, this shit ain't no cap (Ah!)
Tryna push up on me, get him whacked (Baow, baow, baow)
Nazzy dead and y'all still ain't get back (Nazzy)
Reload and bend and we spinnin' right back (Baow-baow)
Like, I'm a 'ooter, just watch how I black
Back out the chop and niggas runnin' laps (Baow-baow)
How many opps done got took off the map? (Like what?)
Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby)
Can't forget about shh, he got hit in his back (Ah)
Like, if he with his boo, get 'em clapped (Baow, baow, baow)
Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that (Like, nah)
EBS demons, we gotta move tact', like (EBS)
I been fiendin' to catch me a pack (Grrah)
Eli a bitch, how you told? You a rat (You a rat)
Beat on his head, got him runnin' like track (Like what?)
Like, think, bro not a 'ooter you smacked (Baow-baow-baow)

[Outro]
Like, still the face of the Bronx
Ah