dj on the beat so it's a banger
i'm like fuck it
i ain't ducking
if it's war
it's bustin'
you claim this shit but ain't outside
boy
we on your cousin
heard your og just got married
boy
we on her husband
hope you niggas brought your guns 'cause we brought a dozen
see
i be thirsty
i be lurking
i'm a savage with it
it's levels to this drilling shit and i'm not average with it
i put my eyes on a nigga
then i'm bound to get him
i catch your ass up in that ocean
then you drownin' with him
like fuck it
it's bustin'
one of my opps my cousin
i tell him stay up out the way
he with them opps
i'm uppin'
i'm uppin' then dumpin'
that four-five get to bustin'
now they get police rushin'
rolled him up in a creme russian
russian creme
that's what you mean
bitch
i put on for my team
me and von just popped a bean
ready for 'bout anything
traffic in that track hall
run and get your ass caught
don't know what your ass thought
this fight gon' be your last fault
glock-22
it hold a fifty and a thirty
they just took four-oh
it made me thirsty
ain't no mercy
i don't want no xan'
pop his ass like a perky
nina on his ass
bad bitch
she be twerkin'
i'm like fuck it
i ain't ducking
if it's war
it's bustin'
you claim this shit but ain't outside
boy
we on your cousin
heard your og just got married
boy
we on her husband
hope you niggas brought your guns 'cause we brought a dozen
see
i be thirsty
i be lurking
i'm a savage with it
it's levels to this drilling shit and i'm not average with it
i put my eyes on a nigga
then i'm bound to get him
i catch your ass up in that ocean
then you drownin' with him
see von been coolin'
doin' music
gettin' bands and shit
gettin' high and gettin' fly with my amiri pants and shit
i think that nigga think i'm sweet 'cause i got fans and shit
body count like 24
boy
who you playin' with?
i see him tweetin' on the 'gram but i ain't sayin' shit
i'm outside his auntie crib
that's who he stayin' with
i hope teetee went to work 'cause i be slayin' shit
smokin' bitches and niggas
can't tell the difference
now here he go
i catch him comin' from the store
he lookin' down
he puttin' his keys up in his dope
now he look up
but he too late
i'm at his throat
auntie got home and it was brains up on the floor
i'm like fuck it
i ain't ducking
if it's war
it's bustin'
you claim this shit but ain't outside
boy
we on your cousin
heard your og just got married
boy
we on her husband
hope you niggas brought your guns 'cause we brought a dozen
see
i be thirsty
i be lurking
i'm a savage with it
it's levels to this drilling shit and i'm not average with it
i put my eyes on a nigga
then i'm bound to get him
i catch your ass up in that ocean
then you drownin' with him