War Lyrics

Still under rated

Like Giannis

I was chill

But I'm done being modest

I don't speak

If I can't make a profit

Sippin Wock

I'm In love with Narcotics

So much stain

I could live off the closet

Do Si Do

Like a bitch, it's exotic

No advance

But I still make deposits

From the jump

Niggas know that I'm Solid

I never ran

Off onna Plug

Now we both taking off

Like the Rockets

Chrome Hearts

Gotta Cross on my pocket

A Hood Baby

I feel like Lil Got it

All this on my ice my neck

Need a sled

You Ain't Gang

You might talk to the Feds

I might take off the top

Leave em Dead

If he diss

No pencil

I fill him with lead

Why Dior

Keep his foot

On Ney Neck

Now I'm moving Harden

I cook wit my left

Gary Payton

I'm smoking the best

Know these Niggas is foul

But I don't need a ref

Pick a Birkin

I know she obsessed

So much Drip on my bitch

Shit, I'm holding my breath

Rasheed Wallace

I stay wit a Tec

From mud and it made me

I have no regrets

Free the Gang

They ain't calling collect

Through the Kites

We gone run up a check

Ima young Escobar

Inna Flesh

Put the extras

Inside with the rest

Niggas rats

So I'm killing the pest

I was King VVs

Till I learned bout Baguettes

Online

I ain't making no threats

We gone catch you, it's over

Then put you to rest

Know them commas

Still coming Direct

I ain't Have to Finesse

Just to get to the BAG

I left plenty of

Shit inna Past

I can double and stretch it

I'm making it last

If you broke

Needa get you a cast

Ain't no switching

Or Acting

We shooting the cast

Cut it low

Ain't no snakes inna Grass

I can't be in yo lane

Cause you know I'm On Crash

It's Dash

But the bitches

Know me as Dior

Got a ting from na City

She like how I ball

If she coming wit me

Ima Score

I'm still inna trap

Making plays wit the Gang

Counting dead presidents like the morgue

I made a commitment

And married the money

We never gone get a divorce

Still got the ZaZa

These niggas is taxing

I'm really plugged in

Like a Cord

I'm featured in Prada

And Balenciaga

I'm DRIPPIN

You cannot afford

I pulled up in Demons

And still thank the Lord

Cause I'm winning

I'm ready for More

I stay wit the heat

Like Miami

If niggas want smoke

Then I'm ready for War