Still In A Warzone

(Let the band play)

Still in a warzone

Wide body parked outside, [?]

Nigga ran through three deals and I just started

Jewelry, already got more on

RR chain just to put on

Let me in the game, know these rappers gotta get long

All the hard lookin', nigga, what you on?

I ain't cocky usually, money been long

Slidin', gettin' paper, I ain't dodgin' potholes

Richest youngin in my city, Big KATO

Doin' everything but shootin' out the car, though

Both of my wrists flooded, next my ho

Hit the lot, get straight coupe for the bros

But I know they understand I gotta get more

All these chains got me feelin' like Django

Pull up Rolls-Royce, nigga, no Range Rover

Big body make 'em get low, uh

Kill all the opps and we smoke 'em, yeah

Semis and switches, we tote 'em, yeah

Knock 'em all down, we bowlin', yeah

I'm the lil' nigga, they knows it now

I was layin' back, just holdin' out

We see 'em 'round, we make 'em reroute

Fifty racks in ice'll make 'em get out

I just be puttin' the opps in the ground

This rap shit easy just like doin' nouns

I hit the gas just to hear the bitch growl

Pull off the lot with zero miles

And I cashed out, I ain't put shit down

[?] how the **** you sound

Type we shoot make a nigga [?]

J.G. Wentworth, I need it now

Shit lit on my neck, I can't put it out

Got ice on my neck and my wrist and my mouth

You see the bling, but I'm tuckin' the blaow

You know these niggas know how we get down

Niggas ain't shootin' they be savin' they rounds

Bitches ain't shit, I just **** in they mouth

You see a cup, then I'm in the clouds

Smokin' opp pack, I ain't comin' down

I'm too turnt, they like, "Calm down"

I make the baddest bitches walk a mile

Lightskin [?], she got style

Get in the cat and make it meow

Hit from the back and pull her weave out

I'll get it fixed, baby, don't pout

Really young and turnt, baby, no doubt

I ain't goin' in if I ain't got the strap

Still in a warzone

Wide body parked outside, [?]

Nigga ran through three deals and I just started

Jewelry, already got more on

RR chain just to put on

Let me in the game, know these rappers gotta get long

All the hard lookin', nigga, what you on?

I ain't cocky usually, money been long

Slidin', gettin' paper, I ain't dodgin' potholes

Richest youngin in my city, Big KATO

Doin' everything but shootin' out the car, though

Both of my wrists flooded, next my ho

Hit the lot, get straight coupe for the bros

But I know they understand I gotta get more

All these chains got me feelin' like Django

Pull up Rolls-Royce, nigga, no Range Rover

Big body make 'em get low, uh

Kill all the opps and we smoke 'em, yeah

Semis and switches, we tote 'em, yeah

Knock 'em all down, we bowlin', yeah

I'm the lil' nigga, they knows it now

I was layin' back, just holdin' out

We see 'em 'round, we make 'em reroute

Fifty racks in ice'll make 'em get out

Yeah, yeah

Ice'll make 'em get out, huh

[?], yeah

Niggas know what I'm about, yeah

Niggas know what we about, yeah

We ain't goin' in if we ain't strapped, yeah

She wanna **** in the house, yeah

She wanna **** in the house, yeah

I let her **** in the car, yeah

Opp pack, I don't smoke 'za, yeah

Try to run, he ain't get far, yeah

Turn a nigga ass to a bar, yeah

Yeah, put in a nigga ass in the bar

Now his mama cryin' like ha, yeah

Hahaha