War Zone

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] Yeah, huh, ayy Yeah, five hunnid (It's Bluestrip, baby) Yeah, ayy, five hunnid Yeah Five hunnid dollars for a [Verse 1: StanWill] Five hunnid dollars every step, bitch, my feet lavish Two hunnid dollars every plate, bitch, I eat lavish I'm in Walmart like voil�, bitch, this piece magic Skrrt-skrrt when I'm in the Chally like I ballet dance Drop a fluke check, I might fuck around and grab eight bands Designer head wraps, twenty K's, we from Pakistan Scam dancing, might scuff the Diors when I catch a ham [Verse 2: BabyTron] You can hear the wasp buzzing on it when the Scatty drift Deep in that one mode, lil' bitch, the baggy zipped Appl5 tightened up, grab ten 'for5 they patch the glitch Stop with that fake Fraud Bible, that shit blasphemous Bounty on his head, we gon' treat it like it's Warzone Up top, give him hangtime like some cornrows I don't need the key, BNB with the door code Two profiles with insurance, I got four phones [Verse 3: TrDee] I like the pussy how you like yo leggings, nice and tight Looking for a bando with a addy, now my missus right You don't usually fuck the first date but, shit, why not tonight? Took him out the field, I'm sick that boy ain't have another stripe Circle like some braids or yo clothes, gotta keep 'em tight I was in the dark for 'bout a while, didn't believe in light You can call Stan or BabyTron, they can get you right You'll get shot think you turnt, don't let them get you hype [Verse 4: StanWill] We'll drop a hunnid shells, he better keep his taco ducked Why these niggas rapping 'bout some chicken that they not gon' touch? Catch you catching public transportation, I done stopped yo bus Make him weave a 7.62 before he bob a punch Got the neck, drop a tech, gang in Audemars Piguets Drop a check, brodie bling-blinging like it's Johnny Test Bitch is pressed, hunnid in my closet, bitch, I drip finesse She said, "Boy, you looking like you swipe", got yo bitch impressed [Verse 5: BabyTron] Feel like Venom on the dark web with a pack a punch Chop came playing, spent five just to pack a punch In the field, call him "Mariota" 'cause we had him ducking We gon' light you like some fucking buffs, try and snatch you something All time leading scorer with it like Abdul-Jabbar Came from a crumb, bench rider to a superstar RC-XD, blow it up if we shoot yo car Balaclava X ghillie suit, creeping through yo yard [Verse 6: TrDee] Crocs on with the fur, I think they insolated Told yo bitch to put it in the air and then I penetrated I done caught him in the same fit, I think he animated You supposed to run it up and stack it, let me demonstrate it Put the ball down but I'm still getting down the lane Bro'll pull up shooting from afar, he got a inner-Dame She like, "Dee, when I'm just with you, it do not feel the same" They can't play with us, that's when they go and try to steal the game