War

CartierMixThatShitUp Damn Spancy QuanDaGleesh, nigga The opps, stay wolfin' on the net but them niggas Don't come outside, I'm bound to hit you on your neck Your stomach, or between your eyes She tell me Quan, ain't no nigga like you You one of a kind, She say lay back Let me please your every need and ease your mind I'm like, f*ck it, I ain't got no shit to do But waste some time, but I gotta be out this bitch On the move, girl, by like 9 Let this drac blow at a nigga Watch it rip and eat his spine I know they mad as hell Cause niggas like us, we be up & fly He see blood drip from his body Prayin', hopin' he don't die Let them drive like that thru here again I'm shredding up that car Bitch, I'm always up on demon time One of us kill you , if you kill mines Niggas hidin' we seekin' and we will find I feeling like Kobe #8 in his prime On his ass, I'm stalkin' him Tryna get him gone Tryna send God, a new offering Once we get him outta here His homeboy next, we off to him I ain't gotta do no drugs To catch a opp, or fuckin' spin Killer with some killers I don't know which one I wanna send Pull up by myself, don't give a f*ck you bring Or who you get, mean as hell, already But won't like me when I'm stupid pissed Catch him walkin' out the mall Kill him, in his newly fit I want straight war, caskets, Better not get caught lackin' Ridin' with this bitch in traffic Put it to this face like glasses Niggas be fake like lashes Niggas been hatin' since back then Grew up with the robbers & trappers Niggas don't know us be cappin No I'm not, duckin' no static Quan been a killer, a savage First one to pop off the action Bullet to his face lookin' nasty Leave the stu, to catch him right now? No, I'll just do it right after Nigga be students, I'm the master Bub for the low, rap taxing Give her dick to stop all the naggin' how he got a future? & he past tense Money upfront, no backend Get home, beat her lil back in Nigga get smoked turn to ashes Thirty-Two shots, no Magic Bitch nigga see me & run Twin buck his ass for his gun Tryna catch a opp every month We the type, To spin more than once Money right now, no front Rob who? try yo luck I up this, bet you duck One thing that you gotta know For sure, that Quan don't give no f*ck Them nigga say it's smoke, but not out here Them niggas seem put up If you're not drillin' shit or killin' shit You got a gun for what I got a regular clip In the drac, but buy some nuts Drock put that XD To his face, I pop up out cut We the type, to rob you with no mask Just so you know it's us Just don't make a sound Get to reachin', get to movin' much Or it's gon' be a bloodbath in this bitch Please don't call my bluff Never prayed upon the weak I'm the type to want the tuff Niggas out here movin' fishy Call them niggas, Mrs. Puff Swear I'm too much for these niggas And these hoes, can't get enough Lately I been through a lot I just been coping' to that cup You gon' get your ass sent to God You play' or try to buck It's gon' be his last day on Earth He think bout taking some Bolo told me, that them niggas Ain't on shit, they ain't on nothing Niggas, like to say they sliding? well that's what we call opp hunting How you craving sex, & nigga you ain't craving getting money nigga?