WAR (feat. Kiira)

(Please, Press Play) Aye, aye Yeah I'm next up Yeah I'm next up Yeah, yeah, yeah (aye, aye, aye) Yeah I'm next up, flexing major things I just dropped an album, now these bitches want a ring Got no time for love I want the money and the fame Baby get closer, want nothing but the brain I got lots of dogs, that would kill for this shit Rope around your neck, bout' to throw you in a ditch Tell them you're the realest, but a punk in real life Ivy got the blade, finna cut you up tonight He wants war I bring the smoke Knocking on your door, as you turn to a ghost Cuz your life is toast, bitch I am the host Welcome to the slaughterhouse where all we do is show How your life is a joke, either sink or you float Your name in the book, like murder he wrote Got you on your knees, like you're praying to the pope Slicing up your neck, with the blade inside my coat Bitch