War Zone

Lyrics

[Intro: FMB DZ] (Getta Beats) Hmm, we hit that nigga block, gon' let off eighty I heard they put some money on my baby I heard they put some money on my baby I heard they put some money on my baby I'm 'bout to drop a bag in the streets and go crazy Hmm [Verse 1: FMB DZ] This shit like Call of Duty in real life, bitch, we the military We the reason all them pussy niggas in them cemeteries You can't get to me, I'm higher up, nigga, I'm legendary I tell no lies, my young niggas slide, I get niggas buried Get a nigga dropped, I'ma pay the fee to get him gone Hit him in his top, I just wanna make sure he get home Made him flip his car, he fucked around and fractured every bone I heard he broke his neck, don't show no disrespect, we ain't gon' go for that If a hit on 'em, they gon' sit on 'em before they get on 'em They hopped out with two bad bitches, they had the switch on 'em They got scopes on 'em with the flashlight, they ain't gon' miss nothin' Lights out, now all a nigga hear is the machine bustin' He say he got some killers? I got killers too, so that don't mean nothin' Hit his block around 3 o'clock, nobody seen nothin' Brodie got that bad motherfucker with that curve in it Smokin' in a 2020 Benz, hittin' serves in it [Chorus: FMB DZ] If a hit on 'em, they gon' sit on 'em before they get on 'em They hopped out with two bad bitches, they had the switch on 'em They got scopes on 'em with the flashlight, they ain't gon' miss nothin' Lights out, now all a nigga hear is the machine bustin' [Verse 2: Sada Baby] Yeah, nigga, I'll press somethin' Yeah, I'll dead somethin', huh, be done left somethin' Had to put some money on a bitch I got mad 'cause she tried to say she wasn't suckin' dick I left out the trap and I didn't forget the clip, huh I'm about my racks, boy, I gotta get the strips, huh You ain't gotta ask, boy, I'm always with the shits Hit him in his shit, he ain't 'bout shit, aww shit Huh, my lil' nigga extra dirty, 'bout to do you dirty, huh He got thirty on him right now, actin' like he thirty The game older, AK-47 gon' inside-out his jersey Huh, get right about that murder Huh, we sound like Silver Surfer, huh Ain't no more old man, bitch, I'm— hold on Ain't no more old man, bitch, I'm off that, uh Hit them hoes with two hands, get your jaw crack—, nah Hit his ass with the two hands, get your jaw cracked [Chorus: FMB DZ] If a hit on 'em, they gon' sit on 'em before they get on 'em They hopped out with two bad bitches, they had the switch on 'em They got scopes on 'em with the flashlight, they ain't gon' miss nothin' Lights out, now all a nigga hear is the machine bustin'