War

(Al Geno on the track)

Bub came home and you knowin' how he play it
Now it's time for the yeah with the yeah
Shorty knowin' I don't want no ass, she been actin' real bad
Like she scared for to pull up with the head
I been on the corner all night posted up with the dope boys
Know that they hustle whenever you sleep
Two on a addy to sleeve
I put the rental key under the seat
Already know that I'm in the streets
Toyota, Key in this bitch clutchin' bad
He go to sleep if you come with a bag
Whoever we leave they get left with a tag
Whole lot of dogs we done started a kennel
Laboratory, they do not get the riddles
Kwan Nine don't forget to believe me
My daddy still plugged with that yeah in the trenches
Pull up in Bentleys with necklace that's Tennis
Upgraded my fit on the top of these little bitty bitches
Plugged in the socket at the house, I'm sittin' on confinement
Try it, I let off the Glock at these niggas
I got some bitches and slimes with me
I got that pack and the strap and some millions
I got the hood and they with the activity
Standin' on somethin', it's called slime allegiance
I mix that Gucci on top the Chanel
I'm in this bitch kickin' shit like a player
Three make the hoe go and drive to the sale
Vvs diamonds, I buy 'em, then lay 'em
Time to pour up so we stop at the Shell
Inside of the city, leave 'em dead where he live
I'm on location, they plan for to get me
She gon' check out the scene after somebody killed

She know the night the time of her life
And I know they might try to take my life
We ain't livin' right, there's nothin' I can say
It's a cold bloody war inside Baton Rouge, ain't nobody safe

It's a war
Nobody left through the night, ooh
Poppin' this shit and we leavin' 'em dead
We be poppin' this shit, we be poppin' this shit
When they try
We go to war, put it all on the line
Know we get to it, every one of us slime
Pray, then do it, hope not one of us die

Stay gettin' money but no we gon' get to them bags
Every month know someone who dun got it
Herm set the play then he slide it
I had the bitch in his pocket I'm makin' 'em viral
Red flag 30 round chopper
I'm in the back of the double R with it on silent
New York I'm fucking with dog
We talking bout signal
I say I'm in the post with my migo
That money keep calling we up in the b-door
Shoutout inside of the day then we leave
Ducking from police I'm ducking off codeine
With a strap and a whole lot of racks in my jeans
Give vpn gonna fuck up the trap
Gotta make sure ain't no location on me
My education it come out the streets
Flooded the base they hear to see me

I mix that Gucci on top the Chanel
I'm in this bitch kickin' shit like a player
Three make the hoe go and drive to the sale
Vvs diamonds, them Vvs diamonds
Time to pour up so we stop at the Shell
Inside of the city, leave 'em dead where he live
I'm on location, they plan for to get me
She gon' check out the scene after somebody killed

It's a war
No nobody left through the night, ooh
Poppin' this shit and we leavin' 'em dead
We be poppin' this shit, we be poppin' this shit
When they try
We go to war, put it all on the line
Know we get to it, every one of us slime
Pray, then do it, hope not one of us die