War With Us

What? What?
 We started this shit, man (huh?)
 We fathered this shit, man (for real, we did)
 For real
 Did a lot of dirt myself, dirty
 .30 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 on the pussy, scoring
 Nigga, I'm 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 'em
 We dangerous, Tooka, man, smoke 'em 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 wit us
 How you gon' war with a god, a beast?
 You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak
 Boy, we would dust yo' ass off, sweepin'
 You don't want smoke on 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
 Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
 Whole lotta wild ass shorties, babies
 35 stuffed in a .40, KD
 Nah, they don't need no aim, say what?
 Hitting niggas up close range, layups
 Two hands, I'm rocking the metal
 I'm hot like the devil, I 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 spinning 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
 Going against me is like crawling through quicksand
 Draco be sparkin' and bargin' through bricks, man
 Some call me grandson, some call me hitman
 (Bitch) bitch, some call me hitman
 (Bitch) bitch, some call me hitman
 Some call me grandson (bitch, bitch, some call me hitman)
 How you gonna war with a god? A beast?
 You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak
 Boy, we dust your ass hard, sweepin'
 You don't want smoke on my squad, you tweakin'
 Tell them niggas they ain't want a war with us
 They ain't want a war with us, nah
 Tell them niggas they ain't want a war with us
 Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
 Tell them niggas they ain't want a war with us
 They ain't want a war with us, nah
 Tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war with us
 Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
 Free Boss-T
 Free Trey Five, 3D
 Free Bang Man
 Free D. Rose, free Nine
 Free Lil Scud, Free 22
 Real to real, fuck the fake, We out