Art of War

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Alright, alright KrispyLife, nigga You know what the fuck goin' on Ayy [Verse] What's around my motherfuckin' neck? A treasure chest Ridin' down 6 Mile with a vest and a TEC I ain't looking for no opps, just safe not to be next I remember I got shot four times and ate that shit When I healed, linked with dawg baby mama Guess what she did? She ate that dick She faced that dick, she raped that dick She take that dick, she took that dick But Tizzle, I'm tryna take some green back to Flint Was gettin' head in the Jeep Cherokee behind tint Hit dawg in his back tryna run, climb a fence My bitch really hard with this nosy shit, can't hide shit Gettin' off, I'm gettin' pills gone To a white fan that look like Primo Can't be in no relationship if she ain't got deep throat Came up in a year, I got the cheat code What turn me up is fuckin' on these freak hoes I just got the pussy off a pint of Titos I ain't buy the bitch no food, just some Cheetos I done slid down an opp's block, now the street gone Shootin' this motherfuckin' K like it's B-roll Hit a nigga, make him disappear, like poof, be gone Hit a nigga up close, real close, now his tee gone Hit him in his D jersey, now the tee gone Nigga try to run off, boom, now his feet gone Caught him up— now his cheat gone Shit You ain't gettin' paid for seven days, in a week whole Damn, that mean he got a whole job Okay, okay, stop playin', let's go Nigga got a job at motherfuckin' Taco Bell If you see me out, bitch, you better hop on shells Dog must've smoked crack, think I got Wock' on sale He's on— He doin' He doin', he doin', he fuckin' with the— He— Or somethin' If he think I got Wock' on sale Come on, Danny If you walkin' with my section, gotta have at least a dub on you Fuck around, disrespect, put the club on you You a flunky, got pulled over, threw the drugs on you My bitch crazy, ever run you over, put the lugs on you You can die with your firearm, fuck what gun on me Have a lightskin nigga pop out, put big bun on him One more time Damn, man I ain't gon' lie, Dan Hold on, keep it goin', fuck it, I'ma catch it again Fat lightskin' pop out and put Big Pun on you I ain't never met [?]— hold on I ain't never made me cannon, but I'll put the drums on you Alright I heard your bitch broke, you and her need to put some fun on me, alright, fuck I heard you and your bitch broke, I'ma have to put some funds on you Ooh I'm playin' with my— I shot him, put the gun— I'm playin' with the strap and I shot him, that was fun— Playin' with the strap and I shot him, I put fun on him