World War 3

Yeah, this Shot's Fired I got a lot of shit to get off my chest Okay, RECKLESS ENT This Shot's Fired, World War Three F*ck a broke bitch, yeah they bore me I just pour some codeine in a forty Bitch, I know real bloods, they get gory I keep a stack of paper like a story Might leave you in the ocean like Dory Bitch, I go hard, rock like a quarry Feds on my phone, they try to record me Do it for glory, I do it for fame I'm burning L's, but I think you a lame Just fucked this bitch, but I don't know her name F*ck what you saying, still f*ck what you claim On E in the A, yeah, it's all in the game If I sounded like you, then I would be ashamed Burning on fire while shooting the flame If I f*ck your bitch, homie, then you are to blame I make it rain, I make her wet Cash on my mind, so I can not forget Pull up in the Rari, pull up in the Vette Yeah, I'm killing these beats without breaking a sweat Just pay off your debts, or you can go die Higher than heaven, I'm up in the sky Yeah, life is a bitch, yeah, but she can be shy My cash is so straight, but my girl is so bi I'm eating some Thai, curry with tofu Bitch, don't hit my DMs if I do not know you No, they don't want beef, no, they don't eat no food I'm dragging my balls on her face call me Goku Designer my shoes, run up a check My homies got snow, ain't talking bout Breck Yeah, they call me R3CKL3SS, but don't call me wreck Money be calling, they call me collect Higher than heck, but I live in Hell The coke is so white, but I am so pale I make her so wet, she fill up the well I leave all the bodies, but pick up the shells Yeah, they need some braille, they are so blind I'm just like a skater, I stay on my grind Out of this world, the stars are aligned Your bitch hit my line when she need to unwind Yeah, I am unsigned still killing the industry My bitch do drugs, she say we got chemistry Sipping some codeine, but she's drinking Hennessy Fucking a bad bitch, a ten that's from Tennessee Kill all the enemies, show 'em no mercy They kiss my ass, call it a Hershey's Stay with some birds, talk about turkeys Lyrics so sick, like fucking with herpes She slurp like a Slurpee, she get at the store Yeah, it's going down, stack my cash on the floor Life is a bitch, yea that bitch, she a whore F*ck with my money, I kick in your door She say that she's sore, but she still want my D Kill all the witnesses, nothing to see Blow up like a bomb, look at all the debris Yeah, she want the wood, so we burning on tree Yeah, I keep it G, I am a Mason Yeah, just keep it moving, like, don't get complacent Guns like a CIA, top secret agent American money, but eyes like an Asian I kill him like Jason I kill him like Freddie I married the money, Yeah, we going steady I don't f*ck with bitches, cause bitches be petty If they want the beef, tell them, pull up, I'm ready for real