PROXY WAR lyrics

[Intro]
Trevor, what the f*ck?
Takizava spin yo’ block

[Verse 1: orgetplus]
[?]

[Verse 2: MISSINGFACTXR]
Hey b*tch, where yo' ass at?
I’m the motherf*cker with the Glock, I’m gonna clack back
Ayy, yuh, where yo' ass at?
Riding with my clique, hundred b*tches like a [?]
Ayy, got a b*tch, she call me, "Daddy"
Better relocate because we got ya f*ckin' addy
Motherf*ckers sleeping on me 'til I pull up with a tommy
Gotta f*ckin' pay the b*tches 'cause of me, we makin' money (Hey, hey, hey)
Motherf*cker run his mouth 'cause he got nothing to do
I said, "Go and mind your business, but ya gotta pay the toll"
Had to sеparate your brain, [?]
Got a picture of your house, wе sendin' shots [?]
Hate on me 'cause you hate on yourself, b*tch
When I go to shoot, there is nothing you can salvage
Struggling to scream, and they got no [?]
pus*y motherf*cker that is choking on the ground, b*tch

[Verse 3: Cherry ills]
f*ck, stop, sto nella mia zon, b*tch
f*ck, stop, non parlarmi più, b*tch
f*ck, stop, sangue sul coltello, b*tch
f*ck, stop, sto nel mio modelo time
Ho detto, "pesto questo scemo 'finch non respira più"
Sto fottendo questa scema finché non puo stare su, uh
Sto chillando con la droga giusta, non hai prove con cui farmi un' accusa
Lei vuole soldi, mi usa
Mi fa le scuse, non voglio una scusa
Fotti con me, prendi punti sutura
Piego una shawty, la rendo cultura
[Verse 4: nickgismyname]
Yeah, necromancy in the trap, b*tch
Slaughter with a passion, emasculating you halfwits
Backwood full of crack rock, brain is black, b*tch
f*cking with the gang, we gon' pull up and cause some damage
Get down pus*y, get down, you should get down
Get down pus*y, get down, yeah, right now
Get down pus*y, get down, you should get down
Get down pus*y, get down, I said, "Get down"
Feel like Samara, I’m trapped in the well
Throw me a wish and I’ll cast you a spell and then it goes like that, b*tch
You wanna pull up on me now, b*tch? I’m finna shred you like some cabbage
I’m finna turn you into nothing, you wanna pull up with a something
I’m finna turn you into nothing

[Verse 5: GXNER.]
You’re a goner
Yeah, new whip, I be swerving in a murder ride (What? Yeah)
New whip, we gon' pull up and take yo' life (Yeah)
Use lips, suck me up, that ho tongue tied (Yeah)
John Wick wit' the big body homicide (Alright)
He getting cut, he getting cut, like ho, I'm cynical (Yuh)
My Prada covered in his blood, like that’s not typical (What?)
We pop his top and shoot his bottom like reciprocal (Yeah)
We sending shots right at his melon, fruit is plentiful (Ugh)
I got a shotty, gonna take out your crew now (Yeah)
We on the come up I thought that you knew now?(What?)
Big Body GLE swerve in, then swoop out
All black hoodie like the phantom troupe now (What?)
Big stick on me, I stay with a weapon
How many racks on the fit? It's like seven
She good with the brain so I call her, "Eleven"
Mag' tucked, blast up, I’ll send 'em to heaven (Yeah)
Big body swervin', you still gotta ride a train (Augh)
Big shotty toting, put the barrel on his brain (Auh)
All these hoes, they want the drama, but money they don’t make (Augh)
And the Xanax hit my vision, now I'm gon' dissociate (Augh)
[Verse 6: VYTHE]
Ain’t nobody f*ckin' better than me
Slide with two sticks, n*gga, and I ain’t even ski
Drop straight hits, all you f*ckers just suckin' me
b*tch, I’m expensive, can't link, no, I’m never free
Ayy, stomp his face down in my new ride, f*ck [?]
Gucci two socks, and some dreadlocks
Big mop, make that ho pop, make her whirl drop
Keep a f*ckin' [?] for my opp, no Nissan
Ayy, I just want some bloodshed
I f*ck her wrist and snap her neck, now that b*tch dead
[?] stackin' corpses like they bunk-beds
I think I lost a couple screws, that’s a flathead, ugh
S.O.S, S.O.S, oh, S.O.S, S.O.S, oh
S.O.S, S.O.S, oh, S.O.S, S.O.S, oh

[Verse 7: guap sensei]
(Put down the scissors)
[?] let me strangle 'em
Put a blade up to his neck and look who’s laughing now
Get to play my shows in the pit, y'all ain't passin' out
[?]
Keep on talking sh*t behind my back, you in my shadows still
I don't care how many plays you get, you impress who?
How you 5'4, telling [?] that you’re hard to kill
How you 5'4 talking sh*t, like I won’t make you spill?
Keep talking, it won’t make a difference
I'ma shoot into his face, I kick it in
Put his head down, he illiterate
[?]
Keep talking, it won’t make a difference
I'ma shoot into his face, I kick it in
Put his head down, he illiterate
[?]
[Outro: guap sensei]
[?] let me strangle 'em
Put a blade up to his neck, and look who’s laughing now
Get to play my shows in the pit, y'all ain't passin' out
[?]
Keep on talking sh*t behind my back, you in my shadows still
I don't care how many plays you get, you impress who?
How you 5'4, telling [?] that you’re hard to kill
How you 5'4 talking sh*t, like I won’t make you spill?