War! Lyrics

These shoes are from Christian Dior yeah (huh)

I'm not a kid anymore (no, I'm not bitch)

Look at what I did to the store (what I did, yeah)

They don't make this anymore uh (they, do not!)

They don't make shit like this anymore (they, do not!)

If you gon' try to diss, best be sure huh (best be sure)

Cleaning up rappers this shit a chore huh (sweep, sweep)

Yeah, If you want war then it's war bitch (then it's war uh)

You ain't a part of this, using my artifice

I put my heart in this

Look where I started, I ain't need a starter kit

I've been a starter since in kindergarten

And who are you harder than, you are not harder than me (huh?)

I changed my numbers I'm harder to reach

I tell my pages I'm harder to read

Say you know me, but I find that hard to believe

Yeah, oh

Sorry I'm not nice (sorry)

They like:

"Oh He just came through in some Nikes, but these shits is Off Whites"

They all be buggin' when I go up off of the top like I got lice

I turn this shit freaky Friday, I'll make you think you on the wrong life

You in the wrong life bitch

Media painted the wrong light

Hard to hide up in the spotlight

She do anything for me

I'm a Klondike bitch

I live two lives when I'm online

Offline, everything on the line

Fuck all the clout

This is not 'bout a dollar sign

Bottom line that's just the bottom line

Pulled up you stood sayin nothing

Just like you forgot your lines

Shoes are from Christian Dior yeah (huh)

I'm not a kid anymore huh (no, I'm not bitch)

Look at what I did to the store (what I did)

They don't make this anymore huh (they, do not!)

They don't make shit like this anymore (they, do not!)

If you gon' try to diss, best be sure huh (best be sure)

Cleaning up rappers this shit a chore (sweep, sweep)

If you want war then it's war bitch (then it's war huh)

Dax!

Niggas want beef?

Put it in a caption

Niggas want Tweet?

Never 'bout rapping

I was in the trap when they ask me what happened?

I gripped on a TEC

Saw the man and I'm blasting (Hahaha)

What I said when he panic

Blood on my shirt?

Yeah, new fashion

Just bought a whip and I ran to the mansion

And flex on a bitch, and I pop with this handgun

One shot and you dead

HB, two pencil ass nigga

'Cause I always got lead

Two free throws, two shots

One chest one to your head

911 speed dial, man down that's what I said

Who you know, was a janitor went and got rich

Copped a whip that you peel of the lot

Who you know be a thug, who would murder a nigga

Then talk and go move like Barack

Who you know got a jumper like Curry and dunk on a nigga like Shaq on the block

Who you know, got a-

You don't know nobody

Shoes are from Christian Dior yeah (huhh)

I'm not a kid anymore (no, I'm not bitch)

Look at what I did to the store (what I did)

They don't make this anymore uh (they, do not!)

They don't make shit like this anymore (they, do not!)

If you gon' try to diss, best be sure uh (best be sure)

Cleaning up rappers this shit a chore (sweep, sweep)

If you want war then it's war bitch (then it's war uh)