war lyrics

[Intro]
We gon' take him out the map
Fully loaded mag's, b*tch I aim it at yo face
You talkin' all that chat
Act like we won't go to war b*tch act like what's that
(Kuru)
b*tch like we're not stopping 'til I see a white flag

[Chorus]
We gon' take him out the map
Fully loaded mag's, b*tch I aim it at yo face
You talkin' all that chat
Act like we won't go to war b*tch act like what's that
b*tch like we're not stopping 'til I see a white flag
b*tch I hop up in that J, I love my cars fast
A thousand dollar billboard, my J Denna still sags
Used to beat down on my ex
Now I just left
Off the psychic deluxe, that's why I don't wanna crash

[Verse]
Swear to god I saw the gates
Yo bro's a b*tch, he won't say sh*t to my face
Yeah I gotta a lotta cents, depends how I wanna pay
I got 12 on my ass but I'll never go out that way
Suck my di*k, won't say sh*t, lil b*tch I won't cooperate
Broke her heart, she on my so di*k, told her it'll be okay
Made 10k on Friday's
Spent it all by Monday
You could do your best with this, I do that on my worst day
Baby girl I'm off these drugs, you know I can't see straight
Man, I cannot see straight out these drugs
Grew up a kid, I ain't got no huzz
Kicked out the dorm, I get no love
I need to wit' po up wit' my cut
Me and my brothers slide through the cut
Bi-b*tch I'm in the cut, like peroxide
You won't understand to see it out through my eyes
You know your story but you don't see it from outer side
Don't kick you out, no beef, I'm pullin' up wit' five guys
Yeah we send 'em, yeah we send 'em to the f*ckin' sky
Little bro dumb no more like me, I'm a all kind
14 through addiction, I'll be yellow, b*tch I'm too fly
Keep talkin' crazy, bruh it's almost like you wanna die
You f*ck wit' me, I f*ck wit' you, I'll leave you horrified
Lil b*tch I'm never in a drought, you don't want sh*t to go side
Now we smokin' on yo pack, lil b*tch we smokin' on that light
You cannot swim all on me, test 'em why did you not dry
[Outro]
We gon' take him out the map
Fully loaded mag's, b*tch I aim it at yo face
You talkin' all that chat
Act like we won't go to war b*tch act like what's that
b*tch like we're not stopping 'til I see a white flag
b*tch I hop up in that J
I love my cars fast
A thousand dollar billboard, my J [?] still says
Used to beat down on my ex
Now I just left
Off the We gon' take him out the map
Fully loaded mag's, b*tch I aim it at yo face
You talkin' all that chat
Act like we won't go to war b*tch act like what's that
b*tch like we're not stopping 'til I see a white flag
b*tch I hop up in that J, I love my cars fast
A thousand dollar billboard, my J Denna still says
Used to beat down on my ex
Now I just left
Off the psychic deluxe, that's why I don't wanna crash
(It is a process, and I think it'll be this very hard to come to the realization that you're dying)