[Intro]
You wanna go to war?
You wanna go to war?
I'll take you to war, okay?
[Verse]
In the dark, I got glow sights, I see a opp' at night
And my opp' better not be cashin' out
No, my opp' better not be cashin' out, we crashin' out
Who the fuck ready to taste this gray, imma' grab my clip I pass it out
Who the fuck want this score, just give me two clips, and some ammo for it
He scared to tell his twins, he listen to me, they already know it
Slap lil' twin across the head, he forgot his mask
What the fuck you gon' do, he ain't got money, you got guns and masks
Seem like that's yo' last resort, don't let 12 get yo' ass
Had to pick up some lil' pills for my hood
And now I'm back up in the city with this 17, poking out
Lil' fast they been up in the field, what the fuck you thinking about?
I only bump down for racks, I might sit outside, and wait 'till it's black
Hе tryna' slide in a scat
I might get my shank and tires gеt flat
Fuck boy trunk ain't fast, ain't coming
I started laughing, I seen a opp' running
Beat too trim, got lil' buddy jumping
I ain't gon' cap, I got some sticky ass hands, better hide yo' bands
And my regular clip hold a 10, but you know I got extended in
Shit get creepy in the dead end, fuckin' round with lil twin
Boy you ain't gon' shoot, go put your mask up
Why the fuck they offer me pills and drank, I can't pass up
Shit I got gon' make a nigga back up
This shit I got gon' make some fucking sounds, everybody gon' back up
In the dark the glizzy spark, better not slow down, shoot yo' car
You wanna go to war?
You wanna go to war?
I'll take you to war, okay?
[Verse]
In the dark, I got glow sights, I see a opp' at night
And my opp' better not be cashin' out
No, my opp' better not be cashin' out, we crashin' out
Who the fuck ready to taste this gray, imma' grab my clip I pass it out
Who the fuck want this score, just give me two clips, and some ammo for it
He scared to tell his twins, he listen to me, they already know it
Slap lil' twin across the head, he forgot his mask
What the fuck you gon' do, he ain't got money, you got guns and masks
Seem like that's yo' last resort, don't let 12 get yo' ass
Had to pick up some lil' pills for my hood
And now I'm back up in the city with this 17, poking out
Lil' fast they been up in the field, what the fuck you thinking about?
I only bump down for racks, I might sit outside, and wait 'till it's black
Hе tryna' slide in a scat
I might get my shank and tires gеt flat
Fuck boy trunk ain't fast, ain't coming
I started laughing, I seen a opp' running
Beat too trim, got lil' buddy jumping
I ain't gon' cap, I got some sticky ass hands, better hide yo' bands
And my regular clip hold a 10, but you know I got extended in
Shit get creepy in the dead end, fuckin' round with lil twin
Boy you ain't gon' shoot, go put your mask up
Why the fuck they offer me pills and drank, I can't pass up
Shit I got gon' make a nigga back up
This shit I got gon' make some fucking sounds, everybody gon' back up
In the dark the glizzy spark, better not slow down, shoot yo' car
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