War Cry, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Sha EK]
(Is this GLVCK?)
Nah this EK, b*tch
Hold on (Uhh, huh)

[Chorus: Sha Ek]
Swear these n*gga's be fanned out (Suck my di*k)
Y'all don't talk about who started this sh*t (Uhh,huh)
You know how many cards I could pick? (Gang, gang, gang)
Swear these n*gga's be fanned out (OGz the f*ck up)
Ya'll don't talk about who started this sh*t (Lil' b*tch)
You know how many cards I could pick? (Grrah, grrah, boom)
You know how many cards I could pick? (Uhh, huh)
Uhh, huh

[Verse 1: Sha EK]
Edot my brother, I mean that for real
I pop a perc when I go on a drill
I lost my brother, don't know how I feel
See some n*ggas get views and don't know how to act
When you in the field, you better move tact
That lil' b*tch like Woo Lotti but she let me slap
That lil' b*tch like Woo Lotti but she let me slap (Uhh,huh)

[Verse 2: Edot Baby]
Lately I been drillin', movin' like a villain
I don't got chop? Brodie gon' clip him
Send two shots, yeah, he gеt to clickin'
Buddy on camera, let him know he trippin'
M.I.S.K, lil' b*tch
Thеm n*ggas always on di*k
You not elite, you never did sh*t
I'ma slide wit' the K, wit' the K, do hits, like, uh
I ain't forget, you was just up in my DM on di*k
Askin' for features and talkin' that sh*t
Then hangin' wit' opps, you move like a b*tch
That's on gang, I'm gon' slide through, who shot you?
There wasn't witness
Lately, I been on a mission
I catch me a Gunna, dismiss him, like
Then catch new Flocks, n*gga
.30, it hang wit' a boom box, n*gga
What? Her finger up on the trigger
Grippin' her ass, she lovin' the feelin', like
She wanna shake it, uh
Mami, come here, I'm ready to taste it, like
She wanna—
b*tch, uh, gang-gang-gang
[Verse 3: Sha EK & Edot Babyy]
b*tch, stay with Jay Savv, man you know that's the 'Rip
Die Choo, RPT gang to my di*k
The b*tch gettin' nice, got me fiendin' to hit
I pass it to bro, like I'm quick to assist
Spinnin' my opps, go smoke on they strip
Word to my mother, DThang a b*tch
O to the O cracked out, get lit
Told EK "Chill, stop playin' with sticks", like
They know my body, I up and send four
We droppin' the 4's but ain't take a loss
Dummy, Locs poked him
Where the f*ck y'all was at? He was screaming for help
When I get in my mode, sh*t get tactic
I just might spinning and burnin' and clap him
He tried to run up, thought I was lacking
We blam at the Blammas, we 'bout action
DThang a faggot, he was sucking di*k
These n*ggas be acting, they ain't doing sh*t
Throw up the G, then you gettin’ hit
All my opps jus' be lyin' and cappin'
b*tch, TMac a rat, he a faggot
Catch him and burn him in traffic
She wanna f*ck, let her have it
I beat and leave Harlem on mad sh*t
[Chorus: Sha Ek]
Swear these n*ggas be fanned out
Y'all don't talk about who started this sh*t
You know how many cards I could pick?
Swear these n*ggas be fanned out
Ya'll don't talk about who started this sh*t
You know how many cards I could pick?
You know how many cards I could pick?
Uhh, huh
Swear these n*ggas be fanned out
Y'all don't talk about who started this sh*t
You know how many cards I could pick?
Swear these n*ggas be fanned out
Ya'll don't talk about who started this sh*t
You know how many cards I could pick?
You know how many cards I could pick?
Uhh, huh

[Outro: Sha EK & Edot Babyy]
Bow, (suck my di*k), gang gang gang
OGz the f*ck up, (suck my di*k), word to the O
OYOGz, yeah