War Drums Meyhem Lauren & DJ Muggs (Ft. Benny the Butcher & Hologram)

[Verse 1: Hologram]
They copping my drug spot, they loving it
It's hot, I move the pot with a oven mitt
My crack look like the moon and the sky
Fuck you, you and your goon could die
I think big and got ink like a ink squid
I got tats like a ese
And I might write raps or an essay
And play craps on the best day
The dice hit the floor
I lost, I rolled 6 4
Jump in the car, I roll a 6 4
And the whip color Jupiter too
But this shit look stupid in blue
Hey boo, your man keep fronting on steel
Fuck around, he'll be in front of my steel
And that'll be the last thing he'll ever see

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
My nine [?] executed
Official [?] Jesus looking electrocuted
We getting stacks, ain't no time to relax
Dropped a hundred on some scallops, eating dinners for snacks
Hand made Cubans, hand made pastas
Hand held hammers that we purchased off the rosters
Somtime you gotta die before you start to live
Where I'm from niggas'll roll up in your crib
You could beat a case with the right amendment
I stay fly for a living like the flight attendant
Currently counting currency that I invented
Nothing is ever rented, nigga we owners
You could get your arm broke off trying to dethrone us
My [?] got switched up, you bitches can't phone us
Hermes hat over my thinker
[?] I stay flashing like a blinker