Lyrics

[Hook: Fredo Santana] First nigga tough... gettin' trunk I got that 30 in my pocket... wassup 300 swoll in the club... get stunk A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't lettin' up Don't any nigga, want war with us Don't any nigga, want war with us Don't any nigga, want war with us A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't letting up [Fredo Santana:] A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't letting up Grab a choppa, grab a tech, grab erythang Kill erythang. Own erythang Yeah them 30s and them Glocks, yeah we tote those Couple ass niggas, we expose those Call my hood niggas up about a stang tho Sit down, plot about it, then we take it down Anybody move... or make sound Couple bodies drop... from them choppa rounds Everyday is Halloween, I got my mask out All my niggas savages don't make a spazz out Tater want it and he got the fuckin' 40 on 'em If a nigga want beef I send my shorties on em Yeah that life bitch... I'm a bout that Catch a nigga snoozing... push his cap back Yeah that life bitch... I'm a bout that [Hook:] First nigga tough... gettin' trunk I got that 30 in my pocket... wassup 300 swoll in the club... get stunk A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't lettin' up Don't any nigga, want war with us Don't any nigga, want war with us Don't any nigga, want war with us A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't letting up [SD:] I'm a monster we be takin' shit (yahh) We gorilla ass niggas don't want war with us (nah) A lot fans don't need a guard (uhuh) And I got a lot a niggas fuck a entourage (yahh) High as fuck I'm koolin with the stars (chillin) Chillin' with them bennys bitch I'm close to mars (gone) We sac'd up then he get robbed (wahhh) I'm a flashy ass nigga I don't need a job (nahh) Couple racks on ya head nigga (yahh) Keep that tucked and you would be a dead nigga (bwahh) You want war at yah back yard (rahh) Them niggas stupid just tryin' on camouflage (jay-z) I'm addicted to the kush nigga (loud) I'm a drug addict pill poppin' hood nigga (let's get it) Too much money for a war with us (yahh) GBE bitch it's only us (3hunna) [Gino Marley:] Group a wild niggas blood hound niggas When it comes to stains we take down niggas Kis and pounds nigga hit the ground nigga Let 30 shots go call that shit a crowd clearer Lotsa loud innas foreign cars in 'em We sum bread winnas so we some band spendas Open all doors bitch let the squad enter And we share hos bitch let the squad enter Money over all no ops in this mob nigga Put money on yo squad that's a group a dead niggas And all we do is win ain't lose innas And we stay turnt up we ain't no kool niggas Keep the tool and we move never snooze nigga Couple shots to ya body try to move nigga Time is money and we owe money all the time War is nuttin nigga we can war at any time
Writer(s): Allen Cole, Carleton Barrett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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