War

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Traphouse Mob (Woo)
 If I want it, I'ma grab it (Baow)
 If I want it, I'ma have it (Woo, woo)
 Christian Dior, Christian Dior
 I'm up in all the stores
 I make a call (Woo, woo)
 I make a call and it's war
 Nigga you can check the score
 We up on the board (Woo, woo)
 And we all living lavish
 If I want it, I'ma have it
 I make a call (Woo, woo)
 I make a call and it's war
 Nigga you can check the score
 We up on the board (Woo, woo)
 And we all living lavish
 If I want it, I'ma have it
 My niggas wit' it
 Money floor, run up them digits
 I know niggas mad that we did it
 Say it, we live it
 Morals, we'll never forget it
 I ever get booked, I'ma cricket
 Get it and flip it
 Henny right here, I'ma sip it
 You try me it's shots at your biscuit
 24 hip it, I'ma just 24 hip it
 'Cause bro said, "Don't ever forget it"
 Gang with me, anywhere I pop out know the thang with me
 Every nigga here with me gon' bang with me
 Try your luck and bro goin' insane with me
 Bodies dropping that shit ain't a thing to me
 Smokin' deadies, I'm rollin' up lame niggas
 Couple niggas here with me done changed niggas
 Clean the mess, we leave the remains, nigga
 Surely business ain't playin' no games
 Fuck all this fame, nigga
 You will get flamed, nigga
 Don't you front, I got aim, nigga
 I saw homies that fuck with my brain, nigga
 I be feelin' like goin' insane, nigga
 I just got me a check, now my chain bigger
 You gon' die for the stain, nigga
 When you sent me the addy, I came, nigga
 Only me and my main niggas
 You ain't ready for static don't play, nigga
 We could hit you today, nigga
 If you makin' your bed better lay, nigga
 There ain't too much to say, nigga
 I make a call (Woo, woo)
 I make a call and it's war
 Nigga you can check the score
 We up on the board (Woo, woo)
 And we all living lavish
 If I want it, I'ma have it
 I make a call (Woo, woo)
 I make a call and it's war
 Nigga you can check the score
 We up on the board (Woo, woo)
 And we all living lavish
 If I want it, I'ma have it (Look)
 I got 30 shots for any nigga who want it (Facts)
 Me and Tjay, we be huntin' (Woo)
 I don't talk much 'cause niggas know how we comin' (Bah)
 Niggas know I be dumpin' (Grrt)
 Glock 9, dumpin' (Dumpin')
 Run Ricky, runnin' (Runnin')
 Blue face, hunnids (Hunnids)
 Know I'm the bill collector (Woo)
 Pull up, what's crackin'? Gun get to blastin'
 Talk on my name and we wildin' out
 All the opps in the spliff, ashin' (Ashin')
 Puff, puff, ain't no passin' (Passin')
 You gon' end up in a casket (Casket)
 'Cause niggas know what we into
 I get to drillin', I'm sittin', I'm killin'
 I'm sittin' if I get the feelin' (You will be dead)
 I call Trav war bet he clap twos (Woo)
 Sip Remy like he Papoose
 Have him stay still like a statue (Statue)
 Have him inked in like a tattoo
 If I run down, he a goner
 Headshot, no warnin' (Know we run down, little nigga)
 It's a man down when it's pourin' (Right now)
 Gang spinnin', early mornin'
 I don't get mad, I get money (Flex)
 What you lookin' at, little dummy? (What you lookin' at?)
 I start buckin' teeth like I'm Bunny (Blaow!)
 And I back the Wraith out for nothin'
 I make a call (Woo, woo)
 I make a call and it's war
 Nigga you can check the score
 We up on the board (Woo, woo)
 And we all living lavish
 If I want it, I'ma have it
 I make a call (Woo, woo)
 I make a call and it's war
 Nigga you can check the score
 We up on the board (Woo, woo)
 And we all living lavish
 If I want it, I'ma have it
 

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Duration
03:43
Key
1
Tempo
142 BPM

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