War With Us - King Von

Got a lotta dirt myself

Thirty, Thirty on me shoot em' like Steph Curry

Shells get to raining, get wet up, huh?

Fallen and your ass won’t get up, nah

Bitch, I get busy with choppas and glizzys, I’m ridin through this city

This Glock got no safety

Keep that bitch with me, so please do not tempt me, I squeeze till' it’s empty

You thinkin' you crazy

Bad bitch from another country, foreign

Slam dunk on all that pussy, scoring

Nigga, I own til the next sheet, boring

Finna pull up on a friend hoe, gone

Bandz on me, money won’t go down

Leprechaun, where is me gold, bands

Can’t catch the drip, you got no hands

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 ass, 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 ass 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 warriors

Whole lotta wild ass shorties, babies

Thirty-five stuffed in a forty, Katie

Nah, they ain’t need no aim, say what?

Hit a nigga up close range, layups

Two hands, I’m rocking the metal

I’m hot like the devil

I bury your block like a shovel

Hit your ass 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

Hollow tips spinning like cyclones

Facetime a nigga like iphones

I put a pretty opp bitch in a morgue, huh?

I call that bitch drop dead gorgeous

Damn

I’m heartless bitch, 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 grandson, some call me hitman

Bitch, some call me hitman

Bitch, some call me hitman

Some call me grandson, 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 ass 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 warriors