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War Boots
4
Hip-Hop/Rap
War Boots was released on November 12, 2022 by TurnEmUpRecords as a part of the album Numbers 2
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Release DateNovember 12, 2022
LabelTurnEmUpRecords
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
808 TurnEmUp
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
808 TurnEmUp
Engineer

Lyrics

808turnemup
Say if you trippin' in this bitch, then tie your laces, I can't stand it, ****
Walk up in that bitch, four-five glizzys, watch em panic, ****
Know this shit get creachy on the east, I ain't no random ****
Had to strap them war boots up tight, and duck them cameras ****
Loudest in the room, I got that pack its loud, speak for self
Bad lil' bitch, stand up in my section, skip beneath the belt
Wish that hoe would try to set me up, get pistol whipped to death
I think that lil' bitch need a referee, cause I get foul as hell
I do this for trap **** and hustlers, it's a rocky road
I do this for street **** and shooters, **** stick to codes
I do this for **** that stood on business and that never told
Go ahead, count that money up, you know that shit get never old
Go ahead, run that shit up to the ceiling, it's a different feeling
Know that we can run up on the top, and no we don't conceal it
Seen that you was different on that Insta, how is you the realest?
Take the P's, wrap it in that plastic, then we vacuum seal it
Go ahead, tell them bitches, shake that ass, keep the pussy rollin
Go ahead, tell them bitches, shake that ass ain't do what I fuckin' told em
Go ahead, tell them hustlers, put that money up, then fuckin' throw it
This the female trap, I know it, all this money, think I grow it
Say if you trippin' in this bitch, then tie your laces, I can't stand it, ****
Walk up in that bitch, four-five glizzys, watch em panic, ****
Know this shit get creachy on the east, I ain't no random ****
Had to strap them war boots up tight, and duck them cameras ****
Loudest in the room, I got that pack its loud, speak for self
Bad lil' bitch, stand up in my section, skip beneath the belt
Wish that hoe would try to set me up, get pistol whipped to death
I think that lil' bitch need a referee, cause I get foul as hell
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Make some money if you trappin', make that money, bring that bag in
Tote them racks up in my jacket, walk with that glizzy, that part of my fashion
Look like a bag and I fuck on the baddie
Work with that work, I'ma serve it in traffic
Bad lil' hoe gon' play with that coke
I got the work, I'ma serve yo' folks
Young **** trap hard, I'ma move that dope
I'm in the backyard having on go
I'm havin' the fastest, I came in here ready
I'm pushin' ah hemi no driving no Chevy
Yeen tryna go spend no money, bitch, get it
****, serve all day, tryna jump Coachella
Know this the Peta Road Gang, 40's or better
You know that it's 40's the better
Stay with my iron, I'm addicted to metal
****, be tryin', I don't know what to tell him
I be on go, don't trust no hefner
Just like ash, I walk on a opp and, ****, I catch him
You got the drop, ****, that's better
And I got the glock, ****, fuck up the weather
I'ma send off a shot, ****, put him on pedal
5-5-6, ain't nothin' to that pedal
****, 2-2-3, they'll tip yo' kettle, ****
Walk on feet, shit, and shot, ****, hello
Walk on feet, ****, sit his ass up, I be tryin' to propel him
Put his ass on shit bag, ****, he jello
****, that's the best case scenario, ****
Say if you trippin' in this bitch, then tie your laces, I can't stand it, ****
Walk up in that bitch, four-five glizzys, watch em panic, ****
Know this shit get creachy on the east, I ain't no random ****
Had to strap them war boots up tight, and duck them cameras ****
Loudest in the room, I got that pack its loud, speak for self
Bad lil' bitch, stand up in my section, skip beneath the belt
Wish that hoe would try to set me up, get pistol whipped to death
I think that lil' bitch need a referee, cause I get foul as hell
Written by: 808 TurnEmUp
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