Warfare Adb beats & Lil Kee (Ft. Pressa)
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[Intro: Pressa]
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah (Yo, Adb, this beat go crazy)
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Adb
(Adb, play that shit)
[Chorus: Pressa, Lil Kee, Pressa & Lil Kee]
I'm-I'm, I'm-I'm stuck in a warfare (Warfare)
I'm-I'm, I'm-I'm stuck in a warfare ('Fare)
This glizzy talkin' to me like, "Don't leave me alone"
Conversatin' with my Glock, "Maybe I will, maybe I won't" (Won't)
We downtown in a Maybach, it's the four-seater (Mwah)
Shootout in middle of the city like he Jane Creba (Yeah)
They called me, said my homie was dead, it made my heart skip a beat (Ah)
And now she asks me why my heart so far to reach
[Verse 1: Pressa, Lil Kee, Pressa & Lil Kee]
Ah, I put my pain inside a lean cup (Lean)
I'm off that DeLeón, this don't got sativa (Ooh)
Shе got the drop on lil' woadie, got his key cut (Ah, alright)
It's 20K, but I'll takе a brick for a feature (Ah)
I'm off the drugs, tryna intoxicate my organ (Drugs)
She did her body, but that shit don't look proportioned (It don't)
So many Glocks up in the spot, we need an endorsement (Baow)
Whatever these niggas rappin' 'bout, it ain't important (No)
If rap don't work, it's back to sellin' coke, see (Ah)
I picked up a brick, now it's back to buildin' funds (Yeah)
The plug is hella fast, so that means he get it for low
'Nother brick for twenty-one, I sold it for thirty-four
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah (Yo, Adb, this beat go crazy)
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Adb
(Adb, play that shit)
[Chorus: Pressa, Lil Kee, Pressa & Lil Kee]
I'm-I'm, I'm-I'm stuck in a warfare (Warfare)
I'm-I'm, I'm-I'm stuck in a warfare ('Fare)
This glizzy talkin' to me like, "Don't leave me alone"
Conversatin' with my Glock, "Maybe I will, maybe I won't" (Won't)
We downtown in a Maybach, it's the four-seater (Mwah)
Shootout in middle of the city like he Jane Creba (Yeah)
They called me, said my homie was dead, it made my heart skip a beat (Ah)
And now she asks me why my heart so far to reach
[Verse 1: Pressa, Lil Kee, Pressa & Lil Kee]
Ah, I put my pain inside a lean cup (Lean)
I'm off that DeLeón, this don't got sativa (Ooh)
Shе got the drop on lil' woadie, got his key cut (Ah, alright)
It's 20K, but I'll takе a brick for a feature (Ah)
I'm off the drugs, tryna intoxicate my organ (Drugs)
She did her body, but that shit don't look proportioned (It don't)
So many Glocks up in the spot, we need an endorsement (Baow)
Whatever these niggas rappin' 'bout, it ain't important (No)
If rap don't work, it's back to sellin' coke, see (Ah)
I picked up a brick, now it's back to buildin' funds (Yeah)
The plug is hella fast, so that means he get it for low
'Nother brick for twenty-one, I sold it for thirty-four
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