Warlord Lyrics

We do you dirtier

Share my location with my bitch cause she a worrier

And I'm chef curry cooking up chicken curry

Lost child laker got traded to the warriors

Bluefaces in my pocket when we turning up

I get the drop on the spot and I'll blow it up

Bro was moving hot swiping cards like we loading up

And we switching lanes got some things and they blowing us

They know when they see us better run or they going up

Bro I got the low they getting low but it's not low enough

Cause I can see his head right through the scopes and I can load it up

And I can see he soft can't take a punch that boy he folding up

They know we adding k's and dropping shit to what they throwing up

These niggas talk that crazy shit but niggas they not bold enough

You gotta stand for something in this bitch why you not holding up

Gotta take them risks cause we know we gone be victorious

Throw up the assist and lay it down they say we forcing it

Pull up in the whip we in and out the gas we flooring it

We party on the strip the law in route and we ignoring it

Never second guess them tinted cars cause they be touring it

You niggas unknown in this city yall like tourist

Do You know what boring is these niggas ain't never did shit to know what scoring is

And I like how bro shoot he got a form with it

They like how I step one two they adoring it

They know that I always been one hundred never testify

I see that city on fire like who's next to die

Last nigga played got a fade now who's next to try

Bitch we up in first place you the back of line

Yard mon hydrated like I'm alkaline

Bad ting fat pussy gyal do the Dutty wine

Who you what you gone do nothing to none of mine

Adryan tnb this not a song this a battle cry

I got battle scars up inside I been traumatized

I'm a lost child don't know how I can't find a why

Bitches ain't shit wonder why they can't find a guy

Like to run your yappers like a snitch do I find a lie

Might just set it off on the trip come another time

Never get caught in the mix of another tribe

Tnb don't trust these hoes I don't want a bride

And I'm outside living life I don't want to die

Step and slide it's a homicide

Make your mama cry it's televised

Got them petrified

They sacred of I ain't daring mine

This ain't caring time she gone call the boys she on camera time

Sour ass bitch like a clementine