War Cry lyrics

[Intro:]
Gang gang gang
b*tch
Huh?
Gang gang gang
It's Edot Babyy
Huh? Gang gang gang
SugarHill, get the f*ckin’ money
16 in this b*tch—16 in this—

[Chorus:]
My brother a shooter, he play for the Mavericks
Run up, get put in a casket, lil opp thot, for the O, doin' backflips
We gon spin til we hit, we ain't cappin’
Call it movie, record myself beatin' a opp out his toolie
And ya b*tch is a groupie, she ridin' the O with no hands, got me woozy (Woo)
And I'm tired of the diss tracks
They talk for the book, but they still ain't come get back
I'm tryna off em spin through they block and cause an extortion
Keep me a chevy, what? (What?)
b*tch, it's Edot Babyy, I'm that lil n*gga that drive you so crazy, totin’ a chop and it got no safety, like

[Verse 1:]
Rundown on who?
My b*tch, she needy, she ready to shoot
But I keep a knocka, and I call it choppa
I call my latinos, get him out his shoes
And you the views, 20K on my sh*t, and it wasn’t no diss track
See a opp, I'ma push your whole sh*t back
Free Chewy da Locc, they got him snapped, gang gang gang
We just gon’ spin til they all die
I been through a lot, so I'm naming this “War Cry”
We just gon' spin til they all die
Hop out a burban, I'm lettin’ like 4 fly
We just gon' spin til they all die
It's “f*ck all the opps”, I'm on some war time
We just gon' spin til they all die
It's “f*ck all the opps”, I'm on some war time
These n*ggas be frontin'
FaceBook talkin', but they ain't do nothin'
Hop out the V, then the opps get to runnin'
It's 8 in this clip, Lil Baby, I'm stuntin'
Rockin' the flyest, ain't talkin' McLaren
I peep the sh*t, my opps be starrin'
Come out the alley, and I get to blammin'
Come out the alley, and I get to blammin'
[Chorus:]
My brother a shooter, he play for the Mavericks
Run up, get put in a casket, lil opp thot, for the O, doin' backflips
We gon spin til' we hit, we ain't cappin'
Call it movie record myself beating a opp out his toolie
And ya b*tch is a groupie, she ridin' the O with no hands, got me woozy (Woo)
And I'm tired of the diss tracks
They talk for the book, but they still ain't come get back
And I'm tryna off ‘em
Spin through they block and cause an extortion
Keep me a chevy, what? (What?)
b*tch, it's Edot Babyy, I'm that lil n*gga that drive you so crazy, totin' a chop and it got no safety, like