War/Letter 2 my sons lyrics

[Part I: War]

[Intro]
He said he want war?
Man you don't want no f*ckin' war with us man
You hear this mother f*cker?
Bang

[Chorus]
You don't want no war with me
Them choppa bullets flyin', they commit that first degree
Shoot with precision, them hoes rip through you like surgery
Go ask yo partner, he look pus*y, bet he heard of me, damn
And I don't shake no hands bro
I count all that money, only thing I touch is bands hoe
I got that guala', guala', yo b*tch want a sample
In Guatemala with them chicas off that Xan' bro

[Verse]
b*tch I sipped way too much drank, I think I'm noddin' off
Graduated 2020, boy, I need a twenty pint of Promethazine
My b*tch said I'm gettin' fat, man I'm gainin' weight, off the f*ckin' lean
My name got some weight to it, that's the reason they don't never f*ck with me
But its just me, who the f*ck is "we"
Y'all ain't f*ck with me, but that's back then
Now he want a verse and I'ma tax him
She only want me 'cause I'm rappin'
She said "Baby turn that cam on, lets make a movie, I ain't talkin' 'bout no [?]"
[Chorus]
You don't want no war with me
Them choppa bullets flyin', they commit that first degree
Shoot with precision, them hoes rip through you like surgery
Go ask yo partner, he look pus*y, bet he heard of me, damn
And I don't shake no hands bro
I count all that money, only thing I touch is bands hoe
I got that guala', guala', yo b*tch want a sample
In Guatemala with them chicas off that Xan' bro

[Interlude]
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on
Turn the auto-tune on right quick
Aye that's sh*t on?
Hol' on let me test it
Beee-ee
Alright bet, turn the beat on

[Part II: Letter 2 my sons]

[Intro]
(Yo is Jashin in there?)
Bang, bang

[Verse]
I'm in a Mulsanne
Stacked up my racks, man I had to make a way
I went and bought a new chain
Ice on my neck, dolla' f*ckin' bling bling
I just wanna get rich wit' the whole gang
I got two b*tches givin' brain oh yeah they blowin' mines
Boy don't you try to play with me my shoota' blow the nine
Was in Dubai, so how the f*ck I'm up in Florida now?
My b*tch is so bad, f*ck around and buy that b*tch ass
They wanna be like me so bad
Don't forget to go, shout out yo' dad
I love fraud, b*tch I get it how I came
I was up on Grailed so I pieced myself some Lang
I'm wit' yo' b*tch she f*cked me until I came
Got these diamonds in my earlobes shout out Johnny Dang
I met this b*tch up on her spam page
Texted her over now she in my bed the next day
I don't even like her, I just want her for that [?]
She said she want that fame, fame