WAR ft. NC7teen Lyrics

I'm with the thieves, like Sly in the coop!

You finna grieve if we sliding through,

You masquerade with the strap you don't shoot!

Love when I spray, got the shells on my shoes,

You can get burnt, get the blunt to your fuse,

Light up these plays like a rave on a cue!

they playin' these games, but I swear I don't lose,

I've been up for days, can't hear no excuse,

You sayin' you gang, but ain't hittin' no range,

You payin' for tools you can't even use,

There ain't no point to him, hollow up all in his

head I be dumpin' this shit, but I'm accurate too,

This be that shit, that makes a bitch flip and nodding her head like fuck is you bouncing too?

Swear we rollin', might smoke up an ounce or two,

Cue in this bitch and you know when we light up a few,

We hit a lick in a split and we stay on the move,

I know you ain't shit and I know you been beggin' for views,

Walk in this bitch and I'm really somebody,

You wait in the lobby, I'm steppin' through,

They tryin' to copy this shit, it's too easy for me,

Only flash when I see the reviews!

I'm with the thieves, like sly in the coop!

You finna grieve if we sliding through,

You masquerade with the strap you don't shoot.

Love when I spray, got the shells on my shoes!

You can get burnt, get the blunt to your fuse.

Light up these plays like a rave on a cue!

they playin' these games, but I swear I don't lose.

I've been up for days, can't hear no excuse.

Yeah who am I?

Fuck, yeah who am I?

Yeah, Who am I?

Huh?

7teen with the beam and you know we sliding,

Popping that boy like Bin Laden,

Ready to die so the mattress a coffin,

If it's up then is stuck, fuck the bottom,

Shawty sucking me up, ain't gotta problem,

Confrontation is wanted, fuck the stalling,

Couple hands to the face, automatic brawling,

We hitting the jackpot, going all in,

When I step in, your bitch notice,

I'm too fly,

I'm the coldest yeah,

I'm feeling presidential bitch yeah,

Fuck it I'm the POTUS,

(Yeah) They claiming they gang but they ain't,

(Yeah) That nigga move more like a saint,

(Yeah) I'm upping them clouds of that dank

Attacking the opps from the flank Yuh,

Cannot remember your name Yuh,

You just another one them dames Yuh,

Passion is born from the pain (mhm mhm mhm)

Pleasure and pain feel the same (mhm mhm mhm)

I said fuck a budget,

I know that they love it,

I see bad bitches up in the club and I'm cuffing,

Rinse and repeat do it again like it's nothing,

Mach 5 speedin' when I pull up in the whipski,

I can't fuck wit no bitch who is a "Pick Me",

805 til I die,

I do this shit for my city!