War/Letter 2 my sons Dom Corleo

[Part I: War]

[Intro]
He said he want war?
Man you don't want no fuckin' war with us man
You hear this mother fucker?
Bang

[Chorus]
You don't want no war with me
Them choppa bullets flyin', they commit that first degree
Shoot with precision, them hoes rip through you like surgery
Go ask yo partner, he look pussy, bet he heard of me, damn
And I don't shake no hands bro
I count all that money, only thing I touch is bands hoe
I got that guala', guala', yo bitch want a sample
In Guatemala with them chicas off that Xan' bro

[Verse]
Bitch I sipped way too much drank, I think I'm noddin' off
Graduated 2020, boy, I need a twenty pint of Promethazine
My bitch said I'm gettin' fat, man I'm gainin' weight, off the fuckin' lean
My name got some weight to it, that's the reason they don't never fuck with me
But its just me, who the fuck is "we"
Y'all ain't fuck with me, but that's back then
Now he want a verse and I'ma tax him
She only want me 'cause I'm rappin'
She said "Baby turn that cam on, lets make a movie, I ain't talkin' 'bout no [?]"