War With Us

Lyrics

[Intro] What? What? We started this shit, man (Huh?) We fathered this shit, man (For real, we did) (Chopsquad) For real [Verse 1] Did a lot of dirt myself, dirty Thirty on me, shoot 'em like Steph Curry Shells get to raining, gettin' wet up, huh? Fall and your ass won't get up, nah Bitch, I get busy with choppers and glizzies I'm ridin' through the city, this Glock got no safety Keep that bitch with me, so please do not tempt me I squeeze 'til it's empty, you thinkin', you crazy Bad bitch from another country, foreign Slam dunk all in her pussy, scoring Kick her out, on to the next, she boring Finna pull up on her friend, who's goin'? Bands on me, money won't fold, damn Leprechaun, where is me gold? Bands Can't catch the 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 him like angel dust Boy, you ain't gang, you a stain, you can't hang with us Glizzies on every gang member that came with us Aim and just spray at them niggas that ain't with us [Chorus] How you gon' war with a god, a beast? You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak Boy, we will dust your ass off, sweep him You don't want smoke with my squad, you tweakin' Tell them niggas they don't wanna war with us (Nah) They don't wanna war with us, nah Tell them niggas they don't wanna war with us Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors Tell them niggas they don't wanna war with us (Nah) They don't wanna war with us, nah Tell them niggas they don't wanna war with us (Nah) Boy, we some monsters, we savages and warriors [Verse 2] Whole lotta wild-ass shorties, babies Thirty-five stuffed in a forty, KD Nah, they don't need no aim, say what? Hitting niggas up close range, layups Two hands, I'm rockin' the metal I'm hot like the devil, I'll bury your block like a shovel Hit your ass all in your neck, now your head on your chest Look like Olympic gold medals (Hahaha) Switchin' gears, swervin' through traffic, stop us I can switch gears on my ratchet, choppa Boy, when we roll up, we bustin', blocka Knock all that meat out your fuckin' taco Hollow tips spinnin' like cyclones FaceTime a nigga like iPhone Put a pretty opp bitch in a morgue, huh Call that bitch drop-dead gorgeous, damn I'm heartless, bitch, you can call me the Tin Man Goin' against me is like crawlin' through quicksand Draco be sparkin' and bargin' through bricks, man Some call me Grandson and some call me hitman (Bitch) Bitch, some call me hitman (Uh, bitch) Bitch, some call me hitman Some call me Grandson and some call me hitman (Bitch, bitch, but some call me hitman) [Chorus] How you gon' war with a god, a beast? You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak Boy, we will dust your ass off, sweep him You don't want smoke with my squad, you tweakin' Tell them niggas they don't wanna war with us (Nah) They don't wanna war with us, nah Tell them niggas they don't wanna war with us (Nah) Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors Tell them niggas they don't wanna war with us (Nah) They don't wanna war with us, nah Tell them niggas they don't wanna war with us Boy, we some monsters, we savages and warriors [Outro] Free Boss-T Free Trey Five, free DeDe Free Bang Man Free D. Rose, free Nine Free Lil Scud Free 22 Free the real Fuck the fake Free the guys