Warrior

Lyrics

[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