War Zone lyrics

[Intro: FMB DZ]
(Getta Beats)
Hmm, we hit that n*gga block, gon' let off eighty
I heard they put some money on my baby
I heard they put some money on my baby
I heard they put some money on my baby
I'm 'bout to drop a bag in the streets and go crazy
Hmm

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
This sh*t like Call of Duty in real life, b*tch, we the military
We the reason all them pus*y n*ggas in them cemeteries
You can't get to me, I'm higher up, n*gga, I'm legendary
I tell no lies, my young n*ggas slide, I get n*ggas buried
Get a n*gga dropped, I'ma pay the fee to get him gone
Hit him in his top, I just wanna make sure he get home
Made him flip his car, he f*cked around and fractured every bone
I heard he broke his neck, don't show no disrespect, we ain't gon' go for that
If a hit on 'em, they gon' sit on 'em before they get on 'em
They hopped out with two bad b*tches, they had the switch on 'em
They got scopes on 'em with the flashlight, they ain't gon' miss nothin'
Lights out, now all a n*gga hear is the machine bustin'
He say he got some killers? I got killers too, so that don't mean nothin'
Hit his block around 3 o'clock, nobody seen nothin'
Brodie got that bad motherf*cker with that curve in it
Smokin' in a 2020 Benz, hittin' serves in it
[Chorus: FMB DZ]
If a hit on 'em, they gon' sit on 'em before they get on 'em
They hopped out with two bad b*tches, they had the switch on 'em
They got scopes on 'em with the flashlight, they ain't gon' miss nothin'
Lights out, now all a n*gga hear is the machine bustin'

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Yeah, n*gga, I'll press somethin'
Yeah, I'll dead somethin', huh, be done left somethin'
Had to put some money on a b*tch
I got mad 'cause she tried to say she wasn't suckin' di*k
I left out the trap and I didn't forget the clip, huh
I'm about my racks, boy, I gotta get the strips, huh
You ain't gotta ask, boy, I'm always with the sh*ts
Hit him in his sh*t, he ain't 'bout sh*t, aww sh*t
Huh, my lil' n*gga extra dirty, 'bout to do you dirty, huh
He got thirty on him right now, actin' like he thirty
The game older, AK-47 gon' inside-out his jersey
Huh, get right about that murder
Huh, we sound like Silver Surfer, huh
Ain't no more old man, b*tch, I'm— hold on
Ain't no more old man, b*tch, I'm off that, uh
Hit them hoes with two hands, get your jaw crack—, nah
Hit his ass with the two hands, get your jaw cracked

[Chorus: FMB DZ]
If a hit on 'em, they gon' sit on 'em before they get on 'em
They hopped out with two bad b*tches, they had the switch on 'em
They got scopes on 'em with the flashlight, they ain't gon' miss nothin'
Lights out, now all a n*gga hear is the machine bustin'