War with Me (feat. Nef The Pharaoh & Yhung T.O.)

One-twenty in a Porsche, Feels like FasTrak Ex bitch call my phone, I don't backtrack I been out here gettin' money, What you mad at? Ain't no money hangin' out, I got past that Niggas lookin' at me weird as I changed on 'em I ain't change, I just ran up my change on 'em Got fours, Got money, And got a chain on 'em Had to stay in my lane, I remained foreign Nigga I don't need no friends 'cause I'm poppin' I get any bitch I want 'cause I'm confident 30 on me, Wish you would 'cause I'm popping it Real nigga, In the pen they be lockin' in Thirty-eight, No safety, No cockin' it No shells, No L's, we just rocket ship Steady slidin' on these niggas with these hockey sticks It's either foreign or it's nothing, Who're you rocking with? Thirty-eight, No safety, No cockin' it No shells, No L's, Ne just rocket ship Steady slidin' on these niggas with these hockey sticks It's either foreign or it's nothing, Who're you rocking with? I was raised by tough love, I don't love shit I've seen family turn on family, I don't trust shit Mini Uzi, Double clip for that fuck shit For a chain, Lose your life, Don't touch this nigga Five, Ten, Fifteen bands in my pocket Bitch I talk shit, I don't talk on topic I don't trust you, I don't trust nobody Bitch I don't want you, I just want your body Niggas don't really want war with me That hammer with me, That throw with me My main stay home and do chores for me Just bought her a Glock, She gon' score for me Niggas really poppin', Bitch we really poppin' Fifty in the clip clip, Knockin' niggas really driving Bitch we really mob ties, Bitch we really locked in And I'll really kill a nigga and that's on my mama I don't want no problems but I'm with the drama On my unborn kids' future baby mama Do a challenge with this Glock, That's a baby line-up And you'll catch steady shots off of one dollar Word around the bay I brought Vallejo back Bitch it's Nate in my wood, Don't catch a heart attack I've never been a Crest nigga but I'm romped out Speaking down on the chain and got slumped out One V, Hightop faded like I'm Gandhi Ain't a nigga tax me, I'm wavy like Max B Dummy, Still go eighteen hundred Get the fuck nigga fee, Bitch run it I came down to SD and I got the plug Lil house ass nigga, You are not a real thug You were scared when they slid, Bitch I seen what it was Kanye West, Flashing lights when I bust, Its chain chains Five, Fen, Fifteen bands in my pocket Bitch I talk shit, I don't talk on topic I don't trust you, I don't trust nobody Bitch I don't want you, I just want your body Niggas don't really want war with me That hammer with me, That throw with me My main stay home and do chores for me Just bought her a Glock, She gonna score for me Niggas really poppin', Bitch we really poppin' Fifty in the clip clip, Knockin' niggas really driving Bitch we really mob ties, Bitch we really locked in And I'll really kill a nigga and that's on my mama I don't want no problems but I'm with the drama On my unborn kids' future baby mama Do a challenge with this Glock, That's a baby line-up And you'll catch steady shots off of one dollar Niggas don't really want war with me My main stay home and do chores for me Five, Ten, Fifteen bands in my pocket Bitch I talk shit, I don't talk on topic I don't trust you, I don't trust nobody Bitch I don't want you, I just want your body Niggas don't really want war with me That hammer with me, That throw with me My main stay home and do chores for me Just bought her a Glock, She gonna score for me