Warzone ft. Hooddeleon Lyrics

We might turn this shit into a war zone Nigga gon' play with the bro and I might have

To pop his dome Nigga don't play with the bread or I might

Have to get him gone Nigga done turned into a fed man, he somethin

Like Karl Malone Niggas, they really be fed, tryna see just

What I be on I'm tryna get my neck wet, I might have to

Have Avion Whole lotta drug money, set man, they judge

This shit, I be on, yeah That lil' bitch not a fleck, man, that bitch

Is a Rolling Stone, yeah Deeski gon' ride with the stick, well

I know I gotta keep a chrome Slide through Clayco, you know we got Draco's

We just tryna make it home On the southside, you know I got contacts

Them folks below and up my phone I can never go and rush the process, I had

to hop in my zone I had to hop in my zone, mixin' off white with

The V-Lone You know my shit, what every time I drop it

Playin' cool, but I really can pop it Playin' crazy, I can make it to Pops

Boy, that nigga ain't racin' with me ASF, nigga, ain't shit free

Then you know how that I'm feelin' this game, so you know I ride with the skis, yeah

I want you, want you to be here, yeah These niggas can't fuck with the team, nah

Why your bitch wanna fuck off the beans, yeah

Fuck crazy, straight rip, I can see, yeah Buy that money, you know I ain't green

Green, that's like a Keegan, not a Bean Double cup, fell in love with lean

Doubled up, now we gettin' green Home of one and popped out with a queen

I got my guala up and popped up in McQueen I got my dollar up and turned into a king

It wasn't hard for us, it started from a dream