War Stories ft. Bambam3x & Skeezapatrol Lyrics

Man, that long little mothafucka caused my heart to break easily

You already know what I'm talking about

I tried to believe that you were part of the motherfucka

But by the time I bite through your jaw like a turkey

You knew we finna talk that shit

Reminiscing , about the time, tryna end some licks

How the fuck you hatin' on the kids? Shit makin' me sick

Ain't you niggas really bitches? Stack the kicks, stay out the way

Come and get your bitch, she out my place, she givin' up that fate

Slop a pussy nigga in his mouth for talkin' all that shit

Pussy niggas think I'm lacking, always walkin' with a stick

Boy, they call you Leroux, they call me Ben with your bitch

How you guess it? I'm right by bitch, thinkin' with your dick

I'ma greet Leroux and pull up, baby, I don't want no jet

Bitch, you was just suckin' on the clit, you turned around, gave her a kiss

I'm just talkin' hella crazy on this bitch, there's not no diss

I'ma teach you how to whip the pot, look how I flip my wrist

And you gotta stir the pot, like you at cookin' some crisps

Schemin' for my niggas in the cell, they in there givin' hell

All that pullin' up on IG in real life, you bound to tell

Every day I say sorry to my momma, I give a hell

I was goin' up there, bar a nigga in jail

Type of shit my momma said, that shit right there, fuck with your head

A nigga dove up in the water, head first, I'm never scared

First nigga to move crazy up in this bitch, get left for dead

And if a nigga talk crazy, we gon' feel his ass so we live

And you all up in her DMs, fuck nigga, I'm in her bed

Had to leave that bitch alone, cause her dumb ass left me on read

I don't even wanna hear you talk no more, just give me head

You talkin' crazy on the gram, pussy boy, I'm a real menace

Before the gunfights and the hustles, I was out hea penny pinching

Niggas gon' get put in the body bag for doin' all that dissin

Don't say it's smoke if yeen with it, boy, just keep me out ya mentions

All night, gunfights, runnin' around with my glizzy

Say it's pressure, we in them stolen cars, tryin' to do you filthy

What they had, knock it off my nigga, man, I can't express this feelin'

Before you put us in your raps, just know that it's gon' be some killings

I'm getting tired of these fuck niggas that's thinkin' that they save

If a nigga diss on Kendrick, we gon' find out where he stay

Put a switch on the G2, hit with Precision when I spray

Niggas be givin' me that they gangster till they get hit with a cane

Tell me, chill, I'm in that mode, a nigga play, he get his dough

You out here tellin' all your bros, well, he ain't stickin' to no code

He said, what's up with us, we caught his ass, lackin' defros

And if a nigga just to gossip, I'ma send his ass a road

I pop the cup on my Glock, I'm tryna let off by like 50

I'm serious about that business, down here, this shit gettin' wicked

I gotta stay up on my pivot, know them crackers wanna get me

Forever fuck the opposition, I'm gon' forever stand on business

Forever fuck the opposition, I'm gon' forever stand on business