war with us

Singer: king von

what

what? we started this shit

man. we fathered this shit man. for real

got a lotta dirt myself

thirty

thirty on me shoot em' like steph curry

shells get to raining

get wet up

huh?

fallen and your ass won't get up

nah

bitch

i get busy with choppas and glizzys

i'm ridin through this city

this glock got no safety

keep that bitch with me

so please do not tempt me

i squeeze till' it's empty

you thinkin' you crazy

bad bitch from another country

foreign

slam dunk on all that pussy

scoring

nigga

i own til the next sheet

boring

finna pull up on a friend hoe

gone

bandz on me

money won't go down

leprechaun

where is me gold

bands

can't catch the drip

you got no hands

to drip

you got no hands

i ain't got opps

i got all fans

i be slidin' on niggas

straight patchin them

you ain't wanna die

why you lack with them?

hoppin up out of them astro vans

caught your ass

boy

you can't hide from him

we dangerous

tooka

man

smoke em like angel dust

boy

you ain't gang

you a stain

you can't hang with us

glizzys on every gang member that came wit us

aim and just spray at them niggas that ain't wit us

how you gonna war with a god? a beast?

you don't need guns

you need heart

you weak

boy

we dust your ass hard

sweepin

you don't want smoke on my squad

you tweakin

tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us

they ain't want a war wit us

nah

tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war wit us

boy

we some monsters

savages

and warriors

tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us

they ain't want a war wit us

nah

tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war wit us

boy

we some monsters

savages

and warriors

whole lotta wild ass shorties

babies

thirty-five stuffed in a forty

katie

nah

they ain't need no aim

say what?

hit a nigga up close range

layups

two hands

i'm rocking the metal

i'm hot like the devil

i bury your block like a shovel

hit your ass all in your neck

man

your head on your chest

look like olympical medals

switch and swervin through traffic

stop us

i can switch gears on my ratchet

choppa

when we roll up we bustin

blocka

knock all that meat out your fuckin taco

hollow tips spinning like cyclones

facetime a nigga like iphones

i put a pretty opp bitch in a morgue

huh?

i call that bitch drop dead gorgeous

damn

i'm heartless bitch

you can call me the tinman

going against me is like crawling through quicksand

draco be sparkin and bargin through bricks

man

some call me grandson

some call me hitman

bitch

some call me hitman

bitch

some call me hitman

some call me grandson

some call me hitman

how you gonna war with a god? a beast?

you don't need guns

you need heart

you weak

boy

we dust your ass hard

sweepin

you don't want smoke on my squad

you tweakin

tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us

they ain't want a war wit us

nah

tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war wit us

boy

we some monsters

savages

and warriors

tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us

they ain't want a war wit us

nah

tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war wit us

boy

we some monsters

savages

and warriors