War Zone (feat. King OSF)

We don't throw away no watches, no time wasted

I be walking like that on a mission but we not pacin'

If we took you for your shit, boy, no, that's my paper

I got some demons on me dressed up in Palm Angels

Damn, I'm in the 'vert but we not racing

Know some **** think they tough but they not gangster

How the fuck you claim shooters? You was not banging

Bitch, you had your eyes closed, you was not aiming

He jumped in the war zone and he got lasered

Slowed down in these streets when I caught cases

You see me pull off in that Demon, better not chase it

They ain't tryna cut you smack, them **** clout chasin'

Fuck your function, we'll shoot that whole shit up

Your neck ain't even lit, I'm disappointed, ho, get up

Forty thousand off of two features, got my chain lit up

Catch you on the highway and turn your Tahoe to a pickup

All he seen was flashes, all he heard was fireworks

Beats was whippin' on the stove, taught me how to fire work

Heard you caught a couple smacks but I'm not impressed

'Cause you ain't never get a bag you ain't gotta check

Broke, you in a lot of debt

Speeding in the Demon, hope my angels watching over me

Posted in the trenches, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be

Thirty deep in skulls, got a lot of hitters close to me

And they gon' let it go for me on anyone opposing me

Give a fuck if you ain't got it, I need everything you sold to me

I had stick my chest out, they was tryna cold shoulder me

He was stuntin' on the 'Gram, caught a case and sung like Jodeci

On the road of life, I let my intuition chauffeur me

It's a cold world but the Bentley keep me hot

On the Vegas Strip, three hoes, me and Dot

Connected in Milan, I just put my bitch in private

She trapped at the Ramad and now I'm hot as molten lava, Blanco

I'm in the 'vert but we not racing

Know some **** think they tough but they not gangster

How the fuck you claim shooters? You was not banging

Bitch, you had your eyes closed, you was not aiming

He jumped in the war zone and he got lasered

Slowed down in these streets when I caught cases

You see me pull off in that Demon, better not chase it

They ain't tryna cut you smack, them **** clout chasin', damn

Always in the Demon with my demons, got the drop on 'em

Heard he got that shit up in the crib, he got a watch on him

We gon' sit outside his shit for days, we gon' walk on him

We gon' back him in a spot, he try to fight us, we gon' pop on him

Every day we wildin', dippin' away from sirens

Ain't nothing else to do, when they come get you, keep it quiet

Fuck a hundred sheep, I'm outside with ten lions

And every time we slide, we always leave a mother crying

'Cause I got ten in the clip, buss one, that's a Thompson

I got sixty shots, I'm better in this whip when I'm in Boston

She might think I got it on me 'cause the size of this Johnson

I been running through her mind all day, she exhausted

Every day with her, I'm sharper, pour the 8 of the Wocky

We the ones that make them birds fly, ask Poppy

Posted on the corner by the store, ask aunty

Hollow tips out this glizzy beat a **** like Rocky

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I'm in the 'vert but we not racing

Know some **** think they tough but they not gangster

How the fuck you claim shooters? You was not banging

Bitch, you had your eyes closed, you was not aiming

He jumped in the war zone and he got lasered

Slowed down in these streets when I caught cases

You see me pull off in that Demon, better not chase it

They ain't tryna cut you smack, them **** clout chasin', damn