War with Me

One-twenty in a Porsche, Feels like FasTrak
 Ex bitch call my phone, I don't backtrack
 I been out here gettin' money, What you mad at?
 Ain't no money hangin' out, I got past that
 Niggas lookin' at me weird as I changed on 'em
 I ain't change, I just ran up my change on 'em
 Got fours, Got money, And got a chain on 'em
 Had to stay in my lane, I remained foreign
 Nigga I don't need no friends 'cause I'm poppin'
 I get any bitch I want 'cause I'm confident
 30 on me, Wish you would 'cause I'm popping it
 Real nigga, In the pen they be lockin' in
 Thirty-eight, No safety, No cockin' it
 No shells, No L's, we just rocket ship
 Steady slidin' on these niggas with these hockey sticks
 It's either foreign or it's nothing, Who're you rocking with?
 Thirty-eight, No safety, No cockin' it
 No shells, No L's, Ne just rocket ship
 Steady slidin' on these niggas with these hockey sticks
 It's either foreign or it's nothing, Who're you rocking with?
 I was raised by tough love, I don't love shit
 I've seen family turn on family, I don't trust shit
 Mini Uzi, Double clip for that fuck shit
 For a chain, Lose your life, Don't touch this nigga
 Five, Ten, Fifteen bands in my pocket
 Bitch I talk shit, I don't talk on topic
 I don't trust you, I don't trust nobody
 Bitch I don't want you, I just want your body
 Niggas don't really want war with me
 That hammer with me, That throw with me
 My main stay home and do chores for me
 Just bought her a Glock, She gon' score for me
 Niggas really poppin', Bitch we really poppin'
 Fifty in the clip clip, Knockin' niggas really driving
 Bitch we really mob ties, Bitch we really locked in
 And I'll really kill a nigga and that's on my mama
 I don't want no problems but I'm with the drama
 On my unborn kids' future baby mama
 Do a challenge with this Glock, That's a baby line-up
 And you'll catch steady shots off of one dollar
 Word around the bay I brought Vallejo back
 Bitch it's Nate in my wood, Don't catch a heart attack
 I've never been a Crest nigga but I'm romped out
 Speaking down on the chain and got slumped out
 One V, Hightop faded like I'm Gandhi
 Ain't a nigga tax me, I'm wavy like Max B
 Dummy, Still go eighteen hundred
 Get the fuck nigga fee, Bitch run it
 I came down to SD and I got the plug
 Lil house ass nigga, You are not a real thug
 You were scared when they slid, Bitch I seen what it was
 Kanye West, Flashing lights when I bust, Its chain chains
 Five, Fen, Fifteen bands in my pocket
 Bitch I talk shit, I don't talk on topic
 I don't trust you, I don't trust nobody
 Bitch I don't want you, I just want your body
 Niggas don't really want war with me
 That hammer with me, That throw with me
 My main stay home and do chores for me
 Just bought her a Glock, She gonna score for me
 Niggas really poppin', Bitch we really poppin'
 Fifty in the clip clip, Knockin' niggas really driving
 Bitch we really mob ties, Bitch we really locked in
 And I'll really kill a nigga and that's on my mama
 I don't want no problems but I'm with the drama
 On my unborn kids' future baby mama
 Do a challenge with this Glock, That's a baby line-up
 And you'll catch steady shots off of one dollar
 Niggas don't really want war with me
 My main stay home and do chores for me
 Five, Ten, Fifteen bands in my pocket
 Bitch I talk shit, I don't talk on topic
 I don't trust you, I don't trust nobody
 Bitch I don't want you, I just want your body
 Niggas don't really want war with me
 That hammer with me, That throw with me
 My main stay home and do chores for me
 Just bought her a Glock, She gonna score for me