War ft. Stunna Lyrics

This is war

Ain't no hesitation

Leave it at the door

This is war

Do your duty soldier

Serve another tour

This is war

They coming for you

Grab the glock up out the floor

This is war

They moving odd

So we had to even the score

50 said

When it rains it pours

I came back with a 50

Gave em more

Talking shit

But in person they tryna build up a rapport

Say they gang

They writing statements up in court on a report

We catch him lacking

Send him straight down to the morgue

It's that season

Don't give me a reason

Up it and I'm squeezing

Why you freezing?

Grip the trigger

Bullets fly

Man why you fleeing?

Can't believe him

Tryna talk shit on the net

But when we show he leaving

He knew the cost and took a loss

So now his family grieving

He tried to run off with the bag

So I had to catch him

Claiming this and claiming that

So I had to whack him

He try to flee the city

So I had to track him

This kid's been getting on my nerves

It's time that I dispatch him

I drop bars like dropping pounds

Dealing with depression

Doctor said the shots when through his spine

That shit gone need correction

We caught him lacking at the light

Skrt off the intersection

Pass the glock

Let's done the talks

Get off the block

He learned his lesson

Off the top

I'm spitting hot

Flames burn the pot

You feel the tension

Get off my cock

You talk alot

You don't run no block

You a watermelon

Meaning that you hard body

Soft inside

Run up on me it's a homicide

Run up on me wonder why yo mommy die

Run up on me crodie and i'm telling you-

Stick talk?

Man up put the gun down let our fist talk

Pussy talk too much I rip off the lips off

Could send him straight to hell I rather make him lift off

Never let him speak, you can never let a bitch talk

Like I'm fucken Kristaps

Imma nick you ship you out to Dallas

In the whip you pitch for out your balance

You get pissed I whip you ain't a challenge

You feel pain, no less

It's a game of chess

Leave no evidence when I attempt

To paint your chest, like jadakiss

I take you place you on the locks

You don't got an option but to own up and go take a loss

Caliber, you facing time

Hands are thrown you facing God

This is the just a case of pussy

You won't come to my face push me

I don't wanna face a broad (bitch)

I'm in the cut, you would've ran

Popping the trunk, you wouldn't dare

Hop and I run, after you ran

Leaving you trumped, snatching your chain

Coming in with squad they all be riding, leave you in the dump

Don't go tempting me cause if you piss me off then I erupt

Come in with artillery?, imma block it every kind

Thinking you in love with me, cause you be talking all the time

Pouring up the forty, four

Shots up with sum forty bros

Then we coming for yo ass cause everybody knows that this is war