War

Ayo, is that that Mexican RT?
I was going to
Back on the clock
You don't wanna see it go
Pazookas and hookahs
Got guns like I'm Ram
Put a cheat code

You ain't got a limited ammo
I'm in it, I'm a
RT, how the heck do you do that?
I just wanna move
But you already know that
Me and my team, yeah, we ready

When we get to the feast
We be like, where the food at?
Saw that white girl
When she stepped in the building
I tapped on my cousin
And said, hey, yo, who that?

Cause it is not that Mexican RT
Otherwise, you would see
Glocks and them beams
Raw
Boy, you know that's what I real
From the South Side

So they know that I'm a star
To all of my sneak disses
Pull up to the crib
And then let's start a issue
I bet that pocket rock

Ain't never missin'
My chopper gon' get your head
Then they gon' kiss it
XOXO, kissin' and huggin'
I ain't worryin' bout a net
Net, I be thuggin'

That a two super bad
I ain't mean lovin'
Pull up with a yacht
On my trigger finger, be tuckin'
Sippin' on walk
Till I can't even walk

Locked off from the party
I can't even talk
Red, I ain't white
I be goin' in raw
Put it in the butt
Then I bust it on tall

A sack full of gunners
I ain't talkin' Santa Claus
In the stroller
I be racin' the lights
I was home on the ladder because I

I got them rackets
I'ma blow it up
They tryin' to tick-tock it
Put them in the red light
And then they be packin'

Big ol' stuka
That my socket
You don't wanna see the kid
Back on the clock
You don't wanna see it go
Pop, bazookas and thukas

Got guns like I'm Ram
Put a cheat code
They ain't got a limited ammo
So I'ma be like
I got them rackets
I'ma blow it up

They tryin' to tick-tock it
Put them in the red light
And then they be packin'
Big ol' stuka
That my socket

You don't wanna see the kid
Back on the clock
You don't wanna see it go
Pop, bazookas and thukas

Got guns like I'm Ram
Put a cheat code
They ain't got a limited ammo
We're limited, I'ma
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