WAR WITH US

Tuh ITB, like, OnO Gotta stay off that block And go make me a hit Now these bad bitches on dick Oh he talking crazy? Bullets hit his 6 He survive, better plead the 5th Cause all of that ratting Get hit in your shit All that talking nigga yous a bitch And me and this Glock we like Lilo & Stitch Shit a make a nigga do a flip Momma caught me with them packs I was smoking the room up Play the opps in the function I'm shooting the room up Bro toting a mop So I'm picking the broom up Making all them diss songs Still ain't do nun And niggas be bitches Told bro hop out go get him He got 'em Now he got blood on his denim You toting that gun But you ain't finna shoot When it's time to slide You won't know what to do .45 hit a nigga back like Ricky Like who made this beat? Yeah I think it was Ricky He want War With Us? This shit a get sticky I'm tryna run it up And give my Momma a milly And why that nigga rapping like he sliding? Like, we all know that nigga lying Lu pass me that blunt Nigga yeah I'm frying Choppa hit a nigga bullets flying Tuh, like When they call me The Don It ain't for no reason Mike in the cut Ready to get the squeezing Tryna catch him a opp Yeah that nigga be feening And this bitch on my dick Really cause I'm rapping Like what you gon do when bullets get to clapping? Bro toting a ruger nigga Not a Mac10 Still pop out that cut He gon head tap him Ysi eres gorda o flaca Todo eso no me importa a mí But you know I like em slim thick Come f*ck with me I told that bitch just to get on her knee When I hop on the beat Bitch you know ima geek Shorty came in, nails done She on fleek When Brodie he spot him a opp He gon tweak Gotta stay off that block And go make me a hit Now these bad bitches on dick Oh he talking crazy? Bullets hit his 6 He survive, better plead the 5th Cause all of that ratting get hit in your shit All that talking nigga yous a bitch And me and this Glock we like Lilo & Stitch Shit a make a nigga do a flip Momma caught me with them packs I was smoking the room up Play the opps in the function I'm shooting the room up Bro toting a mop So I'm picking the broom up Making all them diss songs Still ain't do nun And niggas be bitches Told bro hop out go get him He got 'em now He got blood on his denim You toting that gun But you ain't finna shoot When it's time to slide You won't know what to do When we slide thru Ain't no where that you can go Hookah bussin, flavor mango Bitch freaky Let me play with her mangos Choppa hit a nigga give him a halo Gotta stay off that block And go hop in the booth She suck dick like she don't got no tooth Glock on my hip I'll let it loose He talking crazy He ain't bullet proof Uh, like I just put a bag on that nigga head I told my shooters I just want him dead He like writing them diss songs Fill him with led Bad bitch She tryna lay in my bed Tryna cuddle Baby I just want the head I know none of my niggas never turning fed When bro on a drill all he see is red Gotta stay off that block And go make me a hit Now these bad bitches on dick Oh he talking crazy? Bullets hit his 6 He survive Better plead the 5th Cause all of that ratting get hit in your shit All that talking nigga yous a bitch And me and this Glock we like Lilo & Stitch Shit a make a nigga do a flip Momma caught me with them packs I was smoking the room up Play the opps in the function I'm shooting the room up Bro toting a mop So I'm picking the broom up Making all them diss songs Still ain't do nun And niggas be bitches Told bro hop out go get him He got 'em Now he got blood on his denim You toting that gun But you ain't finna shoot When it's time to slide You won't know what to do ITB OnO shit