War With Me lyrics

[Verse 1: KT Foreign]
One-twenty in a Porsche, feel like FasTrak
Ex b*tch call my phone, I don't back track
I been out here gettin' money, what you mad at?
Ain't no money hangin' out, I got past that
n*ggas lookin' at me weird like I changed on 'em
I ain't change, I just ran up my change on 'em
Got fours, got money, and got a chain on 'em
Had to stay in my lane, I remained foreign
n*gga I don't need no friends 'cause I'm poppin'
I get any b*tch I want 'cause I'm confident
30 on me, wish you would 'cause I'm poppin' it
Real n*gga, in the pen they be lockin' in
Thirty-eight, no safety, no c*ckin' it
No shells, no L's, we just rocket ship
Steady slidin' on these n*ggas with these hockey sticks
It's either foreign or it's nothing, who you rocking with?
Thirty-eight, no safety, no c*ckin' it
No shells, no L's, we just rocket ship
Steady slidin' on these n*ggas with these hockey sticks
It's either foreign or it's nothing, who you rocking with?
I was raised by tough love, I don't love sh*t
I seen family turn on family, I don' trust sh*t
Mini Uzi, double clip for that f*ck sh*t
For a chain, lose your life, don't touch this n*gga
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket
b*tch I talk sh*t, I don't talk on topic
I don't trust you, I don't trust nobody
b*tch I don't want you, I just want your body
n*ggas don't really want war with me
That hammer with me, that throw with me
My main stay home and do chores for me
Just bought her a Glock, she gon' score for me
n*ggas really poppin', b*tch we really poppin'
Fifty in the clip clip, knockin' n*ggas really driving
b*tch we really mob ties, b*tch we really locked in
And I'll really kill a n*gga and that's on my mama
I don't want no problems but I'm with the drama
On my unborn kids' future baby mama
Do a challenge with this Glock, that's a baby line-up
And you'll catch steady shots off of one dollar

[Verse 2: Nef The Pharaoh]
Word around the bay I brought Vallejo back
b*tch it's Nate in my wood, don't catch a heart attack
I never been a Crest n*gga but I'm romped out
Speaking down on the chain and got slumped out
One V, hightop faded like I'm Ghandi
Ain't a n*gga tax me, I'm wavy like Max B
Dummy, still go eighteen hundred
Get the f*ck n*gga fee, b*tch run it
I came down too SD and I got the plug
Lil house ass n*gga, you are not a real thug
You were scared when they slid, b*tch I seen what it was
Kanye West, flashing lights when I bust, it's chain chains
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket
b*tch I talk sh*t, I don't talk on topic
I don't trust you, I don't trust nobody
b*tch I don't want you, I just want your body
n*ggas don't really want war with me
That hammer with me, that throw with me
My main stay home and do chores for me
Just bought her a Glock, she gon' score for me
n*ggas really poppin', b*tch we really poppin'
Fifty in the clip clip, knockin' n*ggas really driving
b*tch we really mob ties, b*tch we really locked in
And I'll really kill a n*gga and that's on my mama
I don't want no problems but I'm with the drama
On my unborn kids' future baby mama
Do a challenge with this Glock, that's a baby line-up
And you'll catch steady shots off of one dollar
n*ggas don't really want war with me
My main stay home and do chores for me
Five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket
b*tch I talk sh*t, I don't talk on topic
I don't trust you, I don't trust nobody
b*tch I don't want you, I just want your body
n*ggas don't really want war with me
That hammer with me, that throw with me
My main stay home and do chores for me
Just bought her a Glock, she gon' score for me