War (feat. Kay Flock)

Imperial Skeet gang 4L (F 12), WB Mixtape out now, you heard Free Blizzy Blrrt Skeet gang Free Blizzy (Free all the guys) Gang Blrrt It's up, and it's lit (Yeah, yeah) Opps ain't on shit (Yeah) I just spent a band on some fucking kicks (They ain't on shit) They be watching face, so I'm with my bitch Rolling two grams in my fucking spliff, yeah Like, let me talk to these niggas, man (Let me talk to these niggas, man) Look, look (Blrrt) We gon keep spinnin' and spinnin' (Skrrt) We be in them foreigns and them windows tinted (Blrrt) Opp's be mad we winnin' (Yeah) Hoppin' out the car, scheme wit' them denims Pussy nigga runnin', should've never, uh (Pussy nigga runnin', should've never, uh) Pussy nigga runnin', should've never, uh (Blrrt, yeah) Niggas be talkin' a whole lotta skeet (Yeah, Skeet gang) Yall know where we be Just drop the lo' and just watch who you see (Just watch who you see) Yeah, That nigga KD (Yeah) I'ma just pop out the cut like (Cut like) She tryna suck up the whole mite (Whole mite) Used to wear J's now its Dior's on court, like (Dior, Dior) Niggas be changing they sport, like (Blrrt) I swear they used to run track (Track, yeah) Now all of a sudden they tough (Don't run, tough) Niggas be bluffin' the really be rats (Don't run, they rat) Tryna show up for a buff (Blrrt) We got them choppa's all on the bus (Blrrt) I didn't dirty the cup (Dirty, dirty) We can't be beefin', you niggas is bums (Bums) Free Blizzy out of the slums (Blizzy), bitch Bitch, I'ma slide where you stay, like (Stay) I got the drop where he lay (Like what?) Kick down the door, put the 'K to his face, like (Face) He try to reach it's too late, like Like, shots gettin' fired, just open the safe (Open) I'ma demon, I shoot while I chase (What) And I shoot while I hang over gates (Like huh?) This .32 barkin', this shit leave no trace (Like) Two deep, me and Dougz spin the 8 They ain't outside, take a trip to the gate (LVK) And I'm like where they at, like I told Dougie move tact' (Tact') Blitz through the front, I'ma blitz through the back, like We like Kobe and Shaq He throw five, on bro, I throw ten back, like Just watch how they react You like, "Brodie what's what?" You like, "Brodie what's that?" You ran on Woo Lotti, get back, like (Pussy) He gon' cap for this app Like I ain't walk in his P's, let it clap, like (Grrah) His little ass better relax (Grrah-grrah, boom) And this shirt on my what? (His shirt on my—) And his shirt on my lap (Like) I keep a stick when I'm lookin' for drip, like Especially in Saks Anywhere I go to be exact I told Cody, Dougie totin' Zack, like Most of these niggas they know what I'm on (They know) They gon' act, but they saw me perform (Like) They can't wait till they catch 'em a what? Oh, lets get it on (Grrah, grrah) We got blue beam Glocks, extensions with mops (Pussy) Tec's, glizzy get drawn You alright? Something is wrong (Uh) He got shot, now his ligament torn (Pussy) Up first, shoot, that's how I was born (Like) He lackin', he snoozin', he snorin' (Dummy) Don't make it hot when you shoot, get up on him (Uh-huh, like what?) I'ma hop out, sneak all up on 'em (Pussy) Before he look back, I'ma up and throw all 'em (Grrah) That's on bro, I'ma throw more than four of them (Grrah-grrah, boom) Ray swaggin' for Markie, I'm scorin' 'em Lil' bitch, I'm not trippin', for JB I'm ballin' (Guns out) Blrrt (Like) Skeet gang Free Blizzy For JB I'm ballin', bitch Bitch, 4L, WB I'm not trippin', for JB, like Blrrt Grrah-Grrah