Song Wars Lyrics

Counting these dollar signs

Dark and midnight sky

Nigga play he might as well die

Bro clutching a stick

That'll turn a bitch into a bitch

No faking your ass gonna die

I dont know why

They posting sticks up on the net and wonder how the feds got a book

I dont know why

I step inside the building kinda like bait got that cat on a hook

I dont know why

Dropping a White Pill inside a blueberry slush

Gotta love that dope give me a rush

Aint gotta say leave your phone at the crib

She know she gotta keep it a hush

Got people depend on a nigga

I was locked in the pen phone dial all i got was a hush

Good gas it came with a Must

In J2 we trust

She loving the way that i lust

Bitch Go Go Go

HuhHuh

Im the type aint going back and forward

Pull up and rip the bitch

You the type go back and forward with a hoe

Fuck around and kill the bitch

Real P in the Air she dont play her role

Ill fuck around and build a bitch

Puffing on Zell pack

I dont wanna match

His potna sick of this

Scrapping Pots don sprain my wrist

Got a Alias he dont exist

Vroom Vroom Vroom Vroom

Skir off in a SRT

Smoking all these trees my eyes cant see

Eyes low u think im blinked

Rap shit prodigy can i touch a B

Name a nigga thats fucking with me

Woah huh there he go

There go J2

All black fit at night turnt up with all my Vamps

Say he slay you

Aint no love in my heart tell the bitch my heart is damped

We cant save you

Stacking this bread on a Daily

Feel like im catching a cramp

There go J2

Smell that aura in the air

Back then they aint call me no fam

There go J2

All black fit at night turnt up with all my Vamps

Say he slay you

Aint no love in my heart tell the bitch my heart is damped

We cant save you

Stacking this bread on a Daily

Feel like im catching a cramp

There go J2

Smell that aura in the air

Back then they aint call me no fam