GOD OF WAR Chris King (Ft. Trippie Redd)

[Intro: Ashnikko]
(I'm shy, oh my God)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, she say I'm her knight in shining armor, she say that she want me
Fendi, Louis, and Balenciaga, hold the chop' like Tony
Pull up to the block, they playin' possom, they don't even want it
Baby, it ain't trickin' if you got it, have 'em pay that money
Heard you talkin' crazy out your dome, I put a hundred on it
Niggas don't wanna go to war, you ain't havin' no money (Yeah)
Pussy, I'm the God Of War, I'ma let it blow on me
I'm a motherfuckin' carnivore, you better run from me

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, I like to eat on her flesh (Hahaha), diamonds they dancin' my neck
You talkin' that shit then you get a lil' TEC (Bow)
Uh, don't try to test
Ayy, we down in school, she get a dettention, no, she do not listen
Diamonds, they dancin' on me and they glisten
Draymond Green, palms itchin'
Bitch, I'm on demon time, I'm Palm Angels
Flex on a bitch, Kurt Angle
Hit from the back from a certain angle
She said that she hungry, take her to Bojangles
I wanted the Audi, Bugatti, the Wrangler
I can't save my ho like Django
.223 I'll let your brain go
Master Chief, I see them halos