Warfare

My niggas keeping that stick if That boy wanted warfare Can't even walk in a show Because these bitches all stare My niggas scoring so much You would think that they ball players These niggas mad ’cause my foot On they neck like oh, yeah Nigga got racks and it go to the sky She don't know me, she like, "Who am I?" You getting bread, boy, we know that's a lie I break her heart, now I’m making her cry I got so high that I thought I'd die You dumb as a bitch if you think I try I know it's wrong, but I think I might Put him on the screen like it's Nick at Nite We run around with them sticks, lil' boy It's a warfare We done went shot that boy down And they saying it's not fair Run around with a hunnid, hunnid Not a opp near Running around with that hunnid We getting an opp career F*ck 'round, taking his life Boy, I ain’t slime But you know I’m a thief in the night Run with a 9, when I'm shooting It’s keeping them tight Know it ain't no lil' nigga I fear I'm on the aux, yeah I got that bitch up in my ear Don’t make me shoot up the party You know I f*ck around and clear New Saint Laurent jacket Choppers are automatic Bands, nigga, I been had it I want your mans if he want some static I finally made it, I ain't talking tragic She tryna be lovey dovey, all that sad shit I hate that you always bringing Up the past shit I hop in that SRT on that fast shit Nigga got racks and it go to the sky She don't know me, she like, "Who am I?" You getting bread, boy, we know that's a lie I break her heart, now I'm making her cry I got so high that I thought I'd die You dumb as a bitch if you think I try I know it's wrong, but I think I might Put him on the screen like it's Nick at Nite