War Time Artz, Bugy & Freddie Gibbs

[Intro]
Yeah, Kane, I'm living right now nigga, (I don't shit)
Yeah yeah, I don't trust nobody nigga
Yeah, almighty don't like nobody, okay? Yeah (Yeah)
Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it's war time
Got so much pimp in my blood I ain't never gon' be on a hoe time
Cookin' dope with the AP wrist, rocky it's blow time
(Artz, what's poppin' my G?)
(B-B-Bugy)

[Verse 1]
Got that shit in my system, don't know if I'm ever gon' shake it
I got a lust for this murder shit, pop out and burn that bitch
Put on front page of the paper (Whoo)
Stackin' that shit since a youngin', I chop up a onion
I made my first pay on a pager (Whoo)
You could send one up, get done up
I cut it the fuck up, a beast with that fork and that razor (strokin' that razor)
Dog nigga flyin' bitches to Mexico
Hoe was bougie, knock a bitch off her pedestal (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck her friend and let her know you ain't special hoe (Yeah, yeah)
When I take a trip then I take an extra hoe (Yeah, yeah)
They was fuckin', I was gone off an edible
You can keep your nigga, I never question you (Whoo)
Buy my whole collection, you a collectible (Whoo)
Bust it open, let me see you get naked hoe (Whoo)
Body bangin', do pilates and stretches hoe
Pescatari, all the fish and the vegetables
Benz pussy while you pushin' the Jetta, hoe (Yeah, yeah)
'42 on ice, I like to refresh a hoe (Yeah)
She ain't fuckin', suckin' it, ain't no pressure hoe (Yeah, yeah)
With the lobo when I send you to Checker's hoe (Yeah)
Pimps get the most and you get the lesser ho (You get the lesser ho, yeah)