War Paint

Lyrics

Intro (Louverture, vasto, Mir Blackwell, Shirobeats): CYBERPOP shit, Hocus Pocus shit, Y'know what the fuck goin on nigga Aye Uh-huh We on Duragia on this jawn Shiny World type shyt (Shirobeats) Look! Verse 1 (Mir Blackwell): I got a pack of the za Niggas know me when I'm back with the mob Seen em treat rap like a tactical job Me I just rap with the passion of God You merely an actor who's rapping alot I capture my thoughts when I rap off the top Niggas tell stories behind my back but they never could tell you the actual plots And that's cool Niggas don't know me cause I don't hang around with fools Been wavy for so long could change the tide inside the pool Don't need no shine inside my I changed my mind and copped jewels I ain't even gon shoot Verse 2 (PE$O PETE): I CHANGED MY MIND AND POPPED THE TOOL FUCK YOUR CAREER BITCH FALL OF THEY SAY PE$O ACTIN CRUEL I JUST CAME UP FROM DAT WATER EYES RED TENTACRUEL MAN FUCK YO STREAMS FUCK THEM PLAYS WHERES YO MONEY THATS WHATS COOL EVERYTHANG HIT 100 DAMAGE FULL THIS SHIT Back in day hustle was matinee Nowaday get to the money whatever way andale Stop all that bitchin and walk with me Honestly ain't talkin money dont talk to me Honestly ain't with that bitch get offa me Smokin on botany Stick like im pottering I keep a stack in a stash for the plottering If he talk shit metal clip like soldering God damn Heat up his shit like endeavour I fucked up my money til dat shit got preggers Damn Im like ralph Hop in da booth and I wreck it Just get you a plan man stop moving reckless Thing on my hip got bite tigrerra King size raw full of dead torterra Im up now Yung PE$O is not sharing! He fucking with gang and this function im airing Chorus (vasto) Warpaint on my face im ready to kill some shit Boy dont try to hide UAV in the sky revealin shit Talk down till we peel his shit Hop on a beat then kill that shit In the cut like fawful Did him awful On my villain shit And when we spin yo top can't recover you ain't k rool He dont want no action just like ratchet you know i stay wit tools Talkin shit Lou bangin too You beatin me that ain't the truth Bro dont sweat it You know you on track when they start hatin you Verse 3 (Louverture): WHAT'S WITH ALL THESE DUMB ASS NIGGAS TRYNA' GET ME VEXED STEADY TRYNA PRESS ME, STEADY TRYNA POCKET CHECK WHERE THE FUCK YO MANNERS, WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR RESPECT I CAN'T WAIT TO LEAVE Y'ALL LOOKING STUPID WHEN I GET MY BREAD On my Hopsin: bout my business, my ill mind finna shatter the doubt If you dissing, then I'm dissing, could give a fuck bout your status or clout Never treat me like I ain't pitch in, back then I put food in your mouth Gave you meals when I had nothing, THAT SHOULD TELL YO ASS WHAT I'M BOUT Sending shots? Then I'll get a vest then Invested in my own stock, did the unexpected Rejected by all you pest, now i'm too connected Your bested, get put to rest for making me restless Tested - and trained to kill when moving my lips Been making them hits so please get the fuck off my dick Must got a crush, If not, it don't really make sense Ain't spewing no lies, I chill with the baddest of bitch (ruling everything) LIFE TURNED GTA: 5 STARS, BITCH, I'M WANTED WAR PAINT ON MY FACE, BEEN SCARRED LIKE, WHO WANT IT? STACKING UP MY RACKS WHILE Y'ALL CRABS IN A BUCKET WIN AGAINST ALL ODDS TURN MY OPPS INTO NOTHING Chorus (vasto) Warpaint on my face im ready to kill some shit Boy dont try to hide UAV in the sky revealin shit Talk down till we peel his shit Hop on a beat then kill that shit In the cut like fawful Did him awful On my villain shit And when we spin yo top can't recover you ain't k rool He dont want no action just like ratchet you know i stay wit tools Talkin shit Lou bangin too You beatin me that ain't the truth Bro dont sweat it You know you on track when they start hatin you Verse 4 (Breeton Boi): Talking bout action but boi you ain't bout it Tryna be clouted, you ended up clouded Catch rounds from my arms, look like Hoopa Unbounded We bury a body, ain't bury no hatchet Bury a body, he dead in the lobby My crew hop from block after block like an Obby Accrue hella funds but for you, it's a hobby My Blue stay on Lock, so my pockets on Nagi So no wonder I got me an ego You got me on the feat? It's a cheat code Treat the beat like your team, we got heat for 'em They competing with me, finna leave 'em in the dust huh Unearthed talent, I been heat to the core All these other rappers barely at the crust huh Money in the bag no trust fund AYE Outro (Breeton Boi): Shout out Shiro. We really bout to go to war…