Killswitch WARA (Ft. GRIP)

[Intro: WARA]
Aha, 'bout to take this to a whole 'nother level (Bombs away!)
Yeah (Aha), bombs away, it's about to get ugly, real ugly

[Verse 1: WARA]
Yeah, spit flame
Soon as a nigga drop I gotta switch lanes
Ain't a damn thing changed but
The lining inside a jacket, it's perfect timing
The new assignment is kill rappers and whole crews
You old news, we ain't even surfin' through your channel
For you small [?], the [?] purpose underneath the flannel
Trust me, it do damage, but I rather keep the peace and only lift my fingers if the bitch could teach me Spanish
You speak my language?
Can you manage the pain that this came with
The reason why he's so sick?
No question, it's some lessons in my sixteens (Yeah)
You dissect it, I'm just here to lay out my dreams ([?])
They left the kid for dead, I'm here to chalk the crime scene
Uh-huh, nigga, tune in, yeah
They left the kid for dead, I'm here to chalk the crime scene
Bombs away, motherfuckers, make room

[Chorus: WARA & GRIP]
Okay, I'm back off in this bitch, and you already know it (Woah)
I got the bomb in my palms, and I ain't tryna blow it
Do we gotta take it there? Do I gotta show it? (Uh-huh)
Niggas ain't playin' fair, okay, my shit reloadin'
Okay, I'm back off in this bitch, and you already know it
I got the bomb in my palms and I ain't tryna blow it (Uh)
Do we gotta take it there? Do I gotta show it? (Yeah)
Niggas ain't playin' fair (GRIP), okay, my shit reloadin'