War with Us - Only The Family, King Von

What?

What?

We started this shit, man

Huh?

We started this shit, for real

We on our OTF shit, you heard?

We did

Did a lot of dirt myself, dirty

Thirty on me shootin' like Steph Curry

Shells get to runnin' and get wet up, huh

Fall on your ass, won’t get up, nah

Bitch I get busy with choppers and glizzies

I’m ridin' through the city this Glock got no safety

Keep that bitch with me so please do not tempt me

I squeeze 'til it’s empty, you thinkin' you crazy

Bad bitch from another country, foreign

Slammed that girl in the pussy, scorin'

Kicked her out, on to the next, she borin'

Finna pull up on her friend, hoes goin'

Bands on me, money won’t fold, damn

Leprechaun, «Where is me gold?»

Bands

Can’t catch this 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 outta them Astrovans

Caught your ass, boy, you can’t hide from him

We dangerous, Tookaman, smoke 'em like angel dust

Boy, you ain’t gang, you a stain, you can’t hang with us

Glizzy’s on every gang member that came with us

Aim it, just spray at them niggas that ain’t with us (Boom)

How you gon' war with a god, a beast?

You don’t need guns, you need heart, you weak (Weak)

Boy, we will dust your ass off, we’re sweepin'

You don’t want smoke with my squad, you tweakin' (Tweakin')

Tell them niggas they don’t want a war with us (Nah)

They don’t want a war with us

Nah, tell them niggas they don’t want a war with us

Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors

Tell them niggas they don’t want a war with us (Nah)

They don’t want a war with us

Nah, tell them niggas they don’t want a war with us (Nah)

Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors

Whole lotta wild ass shorties, babies

Thirty-five stuffed in a forty, K deep

Nah they don’t need no aim, stay up

Hittin' niggas up close range, layup

Two hands I’m rockin' the metal, I’m hot like the devil

I’ll bury your block like a shovel

Hit your ass all on your neck, now your head on your chest

Look like Olympic gold medals

Switchin' gears swervin' through traffic, stop us

I can switch gears on my ratchet, chopper

Boy when we roll up we bustin', blocka

Knock all that meat out your fuckin' taco

Hollow tips spinnin' like cyclones

Face time a nigga like iPhones

Put a pretty opp bitch in a morgue, huh

Call that bitch drop-dead gorgeous, damn

I’m heartless, bitch, you can call me the tin man

Goin' against me is like crawlin' through quicksand

Draco be sparkin' and bargin' through bricks, man

Some call me grandson and some call me hitman (Bitch)

Bitch, some call me hitman (Uh, bitch)

Bitch, some call me hitman (Bitch)

Some call me grandson and some call me hitman (Bitch, bitch)

(But some call me hitman)

How you gon' war with a god, a beast?

You don’t need guns, you need heart, you weak (Weak)

Boy, we will dust your ass off, we’re sweepin'

You don’t want smoke with my squad, you tweakin' (Tweakin')

Tell them niggas they don’t want a war with us (Nah, boy, what?)

They don’t want a war with us (What?)

Nah, tell them niggas they don’t want a war with us (Nah)

Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors

Tell them niggas they don’t want a war with us (Nah)

They don’t want a war with us

Nah, tell them niggas they don’t want a war with us (Nah)

Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors

Free Boss-T

Free Trey Five, 3D

Free Bang Man

Free D. Rose, free Nine

Free Lil Scud

Free 22

Real to real

Fuck the fake

We out

We on our OTF shit, you heard?