W.A.R.

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa] Turn your block to a warzone, but bitch, it ain't no fuckin' game I'm 187, KuKu Gang, A.T.R, and Jumpout Gang Nigga know what Whoppa bang My niggas bald, Major Payne My niggas call, I bang that K Scope on the gun, I might shoot you from a block away I can't take Kshordy serious, that's like the stripper off of GTA Pull up on a nigga block, lookin' like I'm J.E.A Got the drop on the opps, now me and Dot slidin' through the A, aye (Rrrrrah) Tell them crackers free my nigga Spinz (Spin) They know that we get it in, that's my murder twin (Murder twin) Yeah, we done spin so much, need a sponsor from Benz Hit him from the knees up, he'll never walk again [Verse 2: Jdot Breezy] I got black Forces on, you better get the fuck back I ball like Petey, I'm not Teki at the trap Your bitch wanna еat it, I don't want it 'cause it's bare I'm 100, nigga, I'm lyin', that bitch face in my lap Push up on him with that (Uh), that's whеn (Mmm) got clapped Mookie ain't waking back up, throw in the towel, it's a wrap Heard Rod K was tapped, then he got his ass tapped Gang clap niggas, but damn, Bibby got over-clapped Kick a nigga in his shit for playin' with me Why you tryna make me cuff, when you let my mans hit it? Sit him down with this Drac', I can't really stand niggas Trey D had his pole, but his scary-ass ran with it Damn, Dot, why you goin'? 'Cause these fuck niggas lyin' When we in the city, all these pussy niggas do is hide Then get on Instagram like they was just outside Last nigga on that street posted up had died Niggas know not to get on live, talkin' 'bout "Where we at, slide" Other dude did it, moments later, got his ass fried Cracka keep gettin' up, nigga got nine lives Mookie ain't quick enough, he got hit 'bout five times [Interlude: Jdot Breezy & Whoppa Wit Da Choppa] Nigga know how the fuck we rock (Brrrt) Whop with that chop and Dot with that Glock (Aye, hold on, hold on) Get your goofy-ass popped Hold on, bro, I ain't know we was talkin' like that, I'm finna go back in then, fuck that, aye, Whop [Verse 3: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa] Marri died on the E-Way (Marri) Mookie died on the E-Way (Mookie) Some of my best advice to y'all, y'all better stay off that freeway They must've thought that shit was a game, you think it's E.A.? Three-Five played, now the cemetery where he lay (Petey) Teki ass dead (Teki) Rod K dead (Rod K) They say Spaazz2xx got shot all in the head (Jamarius) How Cracka take all them face shots? He got some good meds We ain't goin' out like Whodie, that nigga crashed, now he dead (Skrrt)