Warfare lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, K33 up on the beat)

[Verse]
Everybody wanna ride with you when you win, but when you lose, they f*ck with the other side
When you stop f*ckin' with 'em and get on your sh*t, they come back and apologize
Nah, f*ck that, once you cross the line, gotta stay there
And when you see me out in traffic, wherever you play, n*gga, you gon' lay there (You know how I get down)
I try to be cool with n*ggas, don't wanna respect it when you being humble and sh*t
Speak up when you talking 'bout me, all that subliminal whispering, mumbling sh*t
I'm done with this sh*t
I'm sick of thesе n*ggas and b*tches
Trying to focus on my ticket
I got hands, I got guns, how you wanna get it?
I grеw up out the cities
Cleats tied in the field, got my money up, now I got warfront
I come from Memphis, but Houston my second home, I got a four-story
They'll hate you in you city, love you out of town, don't step out of bounds though
The f*ck is you a ganster, runnin' with a rat? Do 'em like Alpo
Rock 'em to sleep
Don't hang out the window, hop out on your feet
I'm playin' for keeps
If I want a n*gga, I'm layin' for weeks
I'm layin' for months
I come from Memphis, they slidin' for nothin'
I don't know what's up with dude, last thing I heard, he been hidin' for months
Ayy, I'm in Cali with a stallion, wildin', she ate my di*k on the patio
Remember when I was in jail, smokin' out Bible paper with Cali' O
I do this sh*t for the struggle, I keep it a cutter, I do this sh*t for the gutter
I do this sh*t for Wow, Lou', Star, I do this sh*t for the brothers
Mighty
f*ck whoever hatin', know they don't like me
b*tches see me, get excited
Christian Dior, Gucci, Louis, Fendi, the way I be drippin', n*ggas think I'm swipin'
I been runnin' my credit up, put that lil' bitty debit up
When I pull up in your city, bring me my backend, tell them n*ggas to hurry up
I got places to go, I got people to meet
Prada goggles and I can't even ski
Money counter turn me on every time it beep
f*ckin' on the plug niece
I better not let a broke n*gga kill me
'Fore I die, they gotta feel me
Glock in my lap, I bet I conceal it
I ain't stoppin', I ain't yeilding
[Outro]
Money counter turn me on every time it beep
f*ckin' on the plug niece
I better not let a broke n*gga kill me
'Fore I die, they gotta feel me
Glock in my lap, I better not conceal it
I ain't stoppin', I ain't yeilding, skrrt