War 2

Yeah, we goin' to war, yeah we going to war
(Treetime)

Fuck the war you wanted
This the war you gettin'
Fuck the war you wanted, this the war you get
Yeah, fuck the war you wanted
This the war you get
Yeah, the more you don't want it
The more you'll get
Yeah, fuck em' to be honest
Because they far from shit

Yeah, this the last song, you
Gettin' till Alivë hit, yeah
I was in a G65 she sucked my privates, yeah
Imma dress myself, the fuck, I
Don't need no stylist, yeah
When I walk inside this building
I'm the flyest i might be high every night
But I still tryin', yeah
Send some shots up to the
Sky, while we was drivin', yeah
This perc just told me, I'm OD
But I ain't dyin' yet, yeah
I lost my bitch, I cut 'em off myself
I ain't cryin' i still ask myself
How the fuck I get this Cayenne
I just asked myself
How the fuck I've been flyin'

I just asked myself
How the fuck have I ain't died yet
They said I'm gon' be the hardest
And told em' I ain't even tried yet
Yeah, walkin' up on this perky, dozed off
Yeah, bull the kid like a bulldozer
Yeah, I was on sixty-fifth
Right by Saks Fifth
Yeah, you playin' like it's April 1st
Bitch It's April 5th
Yeah, you're bitch she slide through
And she just drank my kids
Walked inside this Louis Vuitton, and
Yeah, I don't even know no more
I don't even exist
The X got rid of all my emotions
No more tears
Let's see how long you going for
I told them years
I was In that wide-body, I can barely steer

Yeah, yeah, we goin' to war
Yeah, we goin' to war
Yeah, yeah, we goin' to war
Yeah, yeah, we goin' to war
Yeah, yeah, we goin' to war
Yeah, yeah, we goin' to war
Yeah, yeah, we goin' to war
Yeah, you ain't goin' nowhere

I can't feel no more, I can't feel no more
I can't feel no more, I can't feel no more
I know she's just a whore
Yeah she's just a whore
Yeah, slidin' in that Z8, I'm in twenty
Thousand and four
I gotta go through TSA, the airport
Yeah, brand new tee on my body
No this not Teflar (upside down)
They ain't even read, bout nothin'
They don't need to know that part
Yeah, y'all career been outta gas
You ain't make it that far
Why would I not take the Xan
That's what's it's there for
Why would I not take this Oxy
That's what's it's there for
Why would I not be on Codeine
It's what's it's there for
If you want to take it from me
Yeah we goin' to war

(yeah, we goin' to war, yeah we going to war)
(Treetime)

Fuck the war you wanted
This the war you gettin'
Fuck the war you wanted, this the war you get
Yeah, fuck the war you wanted
This the war you get
Yeah, the more you don't want it
The more you'll get
Yeah, fuck em' to be honest
Because they far from shit

Yeah, this the last song, you
Gettin' till "ALIVË" hit, yeah
I was in a G65 she sucked my privates, yeah
Imma dress myself, the fuck, I
Don't need no stylist, yeah
When I walk inside this building
I'm the flyest i might be high every night
But I still tryin', yeah
Send some shots up to the
Sky, while we was drivin', yeah
This perc just told me, I'm OD
But I ain't dyin' yet, yeah
I lost my bitch, I cut 'em off myself
I ain't cryin' i still ask myself
How the fuck I get this Cayenne
I just asked myself
How the fuck I've been flyin'