War Wit Everybody

Lyrics
[Intro] Where I'm from, Jacksonville, Florida, this shit wild These niggas don't want no money these days, they just here for a image No plan, just living day to day, fuckin' insane raggedy hoes in the city (Simo Fre just killed it) You are what you hang around And I only want killers and successful niggas 'round me That's how we gon' profit, that's how we gon' double up, and that's how we gon' succeed [Verse] Ayy, watch my mama cry, I ain't seen that in a minute Put a twenty on your head, and they want forty for my pendant I can rap about them hats, because them hats, we really gettin' And the beef don't never stop, bitch, I got bodies still pendin' Talk to God 'bout them lil' boys, they started it, and I'ma end it Made an oath, I count for every soul, that I'm gon' stand on business Niggas killers and rats, the way that work? I don't get it Real recognize real, bitch, I don't condone the snitchin' This shit different, ain't no semi no more, niggas playin' with switches Be on point, 'cause if you don't, that bitch go, flrt, now you shitty Everybody just want bodies, that shit trendin' in the city Can't say, "Don't promote the violence," we the ones that do the drillin' We the ones that do the killin', go to jail, they turn bitches 'Bout that name, these niggas gettin' flame, advise your ass to listen Niggas young and doin' hits, so I don't got no age limit Run up, bitch, and I'ma bust your ass, you catch this whole fifty You gon' catch the whole semi, you gon' be a cold nigga I want war with everybody since everybody roll with 'em It's whatever with whoever, we gon' send his bros with 'em 20K, that be that ticket, twin let that pole hit 'em, uh Step on your nigga, all these hoes be gold diggers She want try me, 'cause I got that bag, I let my bros hit her I fear God, I don't fear nothin' else, I don't see no nigga Come get active, don't be pussy and go make a post, nigga Them young Ku's caught a body, shit, I had to toast with 'em Joker out, they say they slidin', tryna catch some more niggas You get slimed, you ain't my kind, you better check the score, nigga I'm immune, and niggas dying, shit, I done lost 'bout four niggas
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Credits
- Writers
- Simo Fre
- Jdot Breezy