War lyrics

[Chorus]
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n*ggas that'll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain’t with the talk my n*ggas ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*tch, b*tch I'm ready for war
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n*ggas that’ll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain't with the talk my n*ggas ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*tch, b*tch I'm ready for war

[Verse 1]
You ain't relevant enough for me to diss you
Your n*gga ate my pus*y with the same lips he kissed you
I see you staring b*tch, let me know if it's an issue
Call my rappie up, guarantee she come and get you
See if I let him f*ck, you no longer be his b*tch boo
But if I'm off that Henny ain't no telling what I’ll do
Top all Gucci, at the bottom Jimmy Choo
He want a real b*tch, so I’m the person that he choose lil sis

[Chorus]
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n*ggas that'll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain’t with the talk my n*ggas ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*tch, b*tch I'm ready for war
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n*ggas that'll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain’t with the talk my n*ggas ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*tch, b*tch I'm ready for war
[Verse 2]
See my pockets real fat like Nicki ass and sh*t
Ain't got to f*ck for attention, I'm a classy b*tch
We ain't chasin no n*ggas, chasin bags and sh*t
Paint my Rari the color purple f*ck that average sh*t
All my b*tches from South Side on that savage sh*t
Shoes be yo rent that's that lavish sh*t
He call my phone 10:30 in the morning
I ask him was we hungry
If you ain't tryna eat it why you call
sh*t be blowing me and now he in his feelings and sh*t
Wanna cut him off but he be killin sum sh*t
I like them street n*ggas that be dealin and sh*t
All this sh*t that I state facts, know you feeling this sh*t

[Chorus]
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n*ggas that'll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain't with the talk my n*ggas ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*tch, b*tch I'm ready for war
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n*ggas that'll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain't with the talk my n*ggas ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*tch, b*tch I'm ready for war

[Verse 3]
I got my own bread, own car, own crib
Only thing I need a n*gga for is for the di*k
I remember them days when a b*tch ain't have sh*t
Now all these b*tches wanna be me and the n*ggas want to hit
But that's a no b*tch, keep my legs closed b*tch
I ain't with that hoe sh*t, I'm about my dough b*tch
Ain't talkin marijuana when I say my n*gga smoke sh*t
Wanna beef about a n*gga, where your money at broke b*tch
My pus*y leaky like a faucet, had to take a break
Got em thinkin that I lost it