WAR IN FRANCE lyrics

[Intro: XELISHURT]
You're Brandon
But since we're friends
I get to call you XELISHURT
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: XELISHURT]
It go 50 in the drum, when I raise the barrel up
I got two for his head, and his chest to pair 'em up
Why you talking all your sh*t? Man, I think I heard enough
Now you know it's wartime, wartime, wartime
Bodies on the floor time, floor time, floor time
Man, I've had it with this place, I'm paying bands for a bank
n*ggas tryna f*ckin' rob me, like a motherf*ckin' lame
Now it's, f*ck you, f*ck your mom, and your sister
Yeah, marching down your block, when my n*ggas like 'em—(Huh-ha-ha!)

[Break: XELISHURT]
Now, I bet you all thought I was gonna say Hitler right there...
But I f*cking didn't, 'cause that's kinda outta pocket, yeah, right?
But, it's still winding up, so it's time for f*cking battle...
Get the f*ckin' guns up, blades out, grenades out...
I wanna see it all, it's time to go, to f*cking war!

[Verse 2: XELISHURT]
There's a battle on the earth like every f*cking day
If I don't like you, tell you get the f*ck up out my way (Yeah)
Wartime, wartime in this b*tch, I need (Wartime, uh)
More time, more time, in this b*tch, yet
Wartime, wartime in this b*tch for the
Fourth time, fourth time, little b*tch
Yeah, you see me slidin' up, I got two pistols in my hands (Yeah)
Bang, bang, bang, and I see them hit a dance
Yeah, these bullets hit you in your f*ckin' back, they like just band stackin'
Bands in the trance, I'ma go to France, and I'm (Yeah)
Pain' in the block, runnin' down my hands (Yeah)
Knock 'em off the f*ckin' horse 'til my land's up