Wartime

Mobbin through the hood in my coupe been on a mission

I been running up the racks wit my crew they know we busy

I been stacking up for rainy days too case it get sticky

Keep a couple tricks tucked in my sleeves don't go against me

When it's wartime it's on cause they live for the phonk

50 rounds in the drum it gon hit what it want

We just runnin' it up **** fuck up they trust

Tryna chance it on luck I'm just after hundred bands

I got plans for my **** who stayed down with me

My fam always gon be straight that's what it's bout ain't it

You know your baby do his thing granny smile for me

Cause it been hard for me to do that, since you died on me

You always told me No Friends and you ain't lied on it

Cause lately I been my own sippin' wocky for the pain

Send that duffle on that plane cop another brick of paint

Watch me take 3 bands turn that to smoothe 10

I can show you how to pimp, In this business that we in

Fake love, no friends, all my **** in the wind

Hit your block, Spend a band, send 20 out the 10

I got plays like Jay bitches like Beyoncé

Mobbin through the hood in my coupe been on a mission

I been running up the racks wit my crew they know we busy

I been stacking up for rainy days too case it get sticky

Keep a couple tricks tucked in my sleeves don't go against me

When it's wartime it's on cause they live for the phonk

Fifty rounds in the drum it gon hit what it want

We just runnin' it up **** fuck up they trust

Tryna chance it on luck I'm just after hundred bands