W.a.r. (feat. Jdot Breezy)

Grippa on the beat bitch

Aye Ku, I'm finna do my adlibs, so chill

Yeah, bitch

Aye hella shots in this bitch with me

Big Whop (lemme hear it)

Turn your block to a warzone, but bitch, it ain't no fuckin' game

I'm 187, KuKu Gang, A.T.R, and Jumpout Gang

Nigga know what Whoppa bang

My niggas bald, Major Payne

My niggas call, I bang that K

Scope on the gun, I might shoot you from a block away

I can't take Kshordy serious, that's like the stripper off of GTA

Pull up on a nigga block, lookin' like I'm J.E.A

Got the drop on the opps

Now me and Dot slidin' through the A, aye

Tell them crackers free my nigga Spinz (Spin)

They know that we get it in, that's my murder twin (murder twin)

Yeah, we done spin so much, need a sponsor from Benz (Benz)

Hit him from the knees up, he'll never walk again

I got black Forces on, you better get the fuck back

I ball like Petey, I'm not Teki at the trap

Your bitch wanna eat it, I don't want it 'cause it's bare

I'm 100, nigga, I'm lyin', that bitch face in my lap

Push up on him with that uh, that's when mmm got clapped

Mookie ain't waking back up, throw in the towel, it's a wrap

Heard Rod K was tapped, then he got his ass tapped

Gang clap niggas, but damn, Bibby got over-clapped

Kick a nigga in his shit for playin' with me

Why you tryna make me cuff, when you let my mans hit it?

Sit him down with this Drac', I can't really stand niggas

Trey D had his pole, but his scary-ass ran with it

Damn, Dot, why you goin'?

'Cause these fuck niggas lyin'

When we in the city, all these pussy niggas do is hide

Then get on Instagram like they was just outside

Last nigga on that street posted up had died

Niggas know not to get on live, talkin' 'bout "Where we at, slide?"

Other dude did it, moments later, got his ass fried

Cracka keep gettin' up, nigga got nine lives

Mookie ain't quick enough, he got hit 'bout five times

Nigga know how the fuck we rock

Whop with that chop and Dot with that Glock

(Aye, hold on, hold on)

Get your goofy-ass popped, boy

Hold on, bro, I ain't know we was talkin' like that

I'm finna go back in then, fuck that, aye, Whop

Marri died on the E-Way (Marri)

Mookie died on the E-Way (Mookie)

Some of my best advice to y'all, y'all better stay off that freeway

They must've thought that shit was a game, you think it's E.A.?

Three-Five played, now the cemetery where he lay (Petey)

Teki ass dead (Teki)

Rod K dead (Rod K)

They say Spaazz2xx got shot all in the head (Jamarius)

How Cracka take all them face shots?

He got some good meds

We ain't goin' out like Whodie

That nigga crashed, now he dead

Stupid!

Aye you know I had to talk my shit on that mo'fucker

Aye, aye, fuck all the dead opps man, fuck all them niggas

I don't give a fuck what any of them niggas gon' say

I'ma just keep dissin' them, I don't give a fuck

We gon' keep smoking them niggas

Drinking all the dead opps, all that shit

You know what I'm saying, and that just is what it is

If you don't like it, you don't have to fuck with me

Like it is what it is, mane straight gang in this shit, (gang)

(War, huh!) Yeah!

(What is it good for?) Absolutely nothing

(War, huh!) Yeah!

(What is it good for?) Absolutely nothing

Say it again, y'all!

(War, huh) Lookout!

(What is it good for?) Absolutely nothing