War wit us – King Von lyrics

Lyrics War wit us – King Von

War wit us lyrics
Got a lotta dirt myself
Thirty, Thirty on me shoot em’ like Steph Curry
.. on the run get wet up, huh?
Fallen and your a*s won’t get up, nah
B***h, I get busy with choppas and glizzys, I’m ridin through this city
This Glock got no safety
Keep that b***h with me, so please do not tempt me, I squeeze till’ it’s empty
You thinkin’ you crazy

Bad b***h from another country, foreign
Slam dunk on all that p***y, scoring
N***a, I own til the next sheet, boring
Finna pull up on a friend hoe, gone

Bandz on me, money won’t go down
Leprechaun wet as me .. bandz
.. to drip, you got no hands
I ain’t got opps, I got all fans
I be slidin’ on niggas, straight patchin them
You ain’t wanna die, why you lack with them?
Hoppin up out of them astro vans
Caught your a*s, boy, you can’t hide from him
We dangerous, Tooka, man, smoke em like angel dust
Boy, you ain’t gang, you a stain, you can’t hang with us
Glizzys on every gang member that came wit us
Aim and just spray at them niggas that ain’t wit us

How you gonna war with a god? A beast?
You don’t need guns, you need heart, you weak
Boy, we dust your a*s hard, sweepin
You don’t want smoke on my squad, you tweakin
Tell them niggas they ain’t want a war wit us
They ain’t want a war wit us, nah
Tell them niggas they ain’t wanna a war wit us
Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
Tell them niggas they ain’t want a war wit us
They ain’t want a war wit us,
Tell them niggas they ain’t wanna a war wit us
Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors

Whole lotta wild a*s shorties, babies
Thirty-five stuffed in a forty, Katie
Nah, they ain’t need no aim, say what?
Hit a n***a up close range, layups
Two hands, I’m rocking the metal
I’m hot like the devil
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I bury your block like a shovel
Hit your a*s all in your neck, man, your head on your chest
Look like Olympical medals
Switch and swervin through traffic
Stop us
I can switch gears on my ratchet, choppa
When we roll up we bustin, blocka
Knock all that meat out your fuckin taco
.. just spinning like cyclones
Facetime a n***a like iphones
Put a pretty opp b***h in a morgue, huh?
Call that b***h drop dead gorgeous
Damn

I’m heartless b***h, you can call me the tinman
Going against me is like crawling through quicksand
Draco be sparkin and bargin through bricks, man
Some call me crazy, some call me hitman
B***h, some call me hitman
B***h, some call me hitman
Some call me crazy, some call me hitman

How you gonna war with a god? A beast?
You don’t need guns, you need heart, you weak
Boy, we dust your a*s hard, sweepin
You don’t want smoke on my squad, you tweakin
Tell them niggas they ain’t want a war wit us
They ain’t want a war wit us, nah
Tell them niggas they ain’t wanna a war wit us
Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
Tell them niggas they ain’t want a war wit us
They ain’t want a war wit us, nah
Tell them niggas they ain’t wanna a war wit us
Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriorsss.
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War wit us - King Von
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