War Trippie Redd

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[Chorus]
They don't want war with a nigga like me
I just left the bank so vanilla icy
I just hit the drive-through and bought a iced tea
Keep a carbon and a mag' so don't over hype me (Skrrt)
They don't want war with a nigga like me
They don't want war with a nigga like me
They don't want war with a nigga like me (War)
They don't want war with a nigga like me (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 1]
Cuban on my wrist, Cuban on my neck (Skrrt)
Yeah, Audemar Piguet, Audemar Patek (Yeah, skrrt)
Yeah, hundred band, hundred band, hundred band, I jump off the jet (Jet)
Yeah, foot on my pedal, I dash, do the fuckin' motor (Skrrt)
Four lines in my cup, I got peach soda
Me and my brothers handcuffed, out on Magnolia (Bah, skrrt)
Hit up unc' and be a God, put them bands on you (Bah, skrrt)
It ain't nothing, bitch, I'm stacked, rubber bands on you (Skrrt)
Yeah, we show up if we show up (Ah)
Ayy, foreign car, skrrt, ain't no shortcut (Ah)
Yeah, you niggas stupid, dumb, short bus (Ah)
Me and my brothers rockstars, Big Time Rush

[Chorus]
They don't want war with a nigga like me
I just left the bank so vanilla icy
I just hit the drive-through and bought a iced tea
Keep a carbon and a mag' so don't over hype me (Skrrt)
They don't want war with a nigga like me
They don't want war with a nigga like me
They don't want war with a nigga like me (War)
They don't want war with a nigga like me (Yeah, uh)