Warrior lyrics

[Intro]
Me and lil' opp split the pocket
And don't want no pork, it's hella beef
We gon' top his noggin
If he talk down on the family
I put some cross hoes on your conscious
Baby, cross hoes don't be scared of me
I got a grenade in my shoebox, I could blow up your apartment
(Is that DJ PHAT? Girl, go—, go run the back)
(Yeah, what it is? It’s Dashy two times, A.K.A. O.G. Dutch master, A.K.A. lil' pink skully, A.K.A. young fat glick, and you now rocking with DJ PHAT, n*gga, turn up)

[Chorus]
She want me to cut like a DJ
But she suckin' my di*k on the muhf*ckin' freeway
She f*ck with killers against drug dealers
This b*tch only wanna go three ways
She in her feelings and I cannot feel her
She in her feelings, this hoe sentimental
I'm outta school, I cannot feel her
I want a perc in her mouth like a dental
I got that hoe in my condo-wondo
Her side of Chanel in the summer
Boy you ain't the plug, you a runner
I watched the middleman run up a hunnid
b*tch is the chemical, addicted like sama
I'm in New York like I'm DD Osama
But, we don't do no milly rockin'
I got a knife in my muhf*ckin' pocket
I got—, I got a knife in my muhf*ckin' pocket
I got a knife in my muhf*ckin' pocket
[Verse]
Leave the f*ck n*gga red like a stocking
I'm with the boys, they screamin' "what poppin'"
'Cause i'm moppin', i'm screamin' with bracket
I score a packet while I was in school, I was braggin'
I score a packet while I was in school, I was braggin'
I score a— (DJ PHAT, what the f*ck we sippin' man)
Me and lil' opp split the pocket
And don't want no pork, it's hella beef
We gon' top his noggin
If he talk down on the family
I put some cross hoes on your conscious
Baby, cross hoes don't be scared of me
I got a grenade in my shoebox, I could blow up your apartment
b*tch, you know the f*ck—, told dog sh*t
b*tch, I'm still gettin' money
Damn, I'm acting a lil' funky
Damn, I remember lil' dunky
Get the bro touched, find his mommy
She overdose on my lovin'—
She overdose on my lovin', make her want to kill herself
Got some goals on the money (This is a DJ PHAT exclusive)
I just me and her and nun'
I make her feel self, I make her feel alive
If we rule the world, better not tell me no lie
Baby, we rule the world, woah
[Chorus]
She want me to cut like a DJ
But she suckin' my di*k on the muhf*ckin' freeway
She f*ck with killers against drug dealers
This b*tch only wanna go three ways
She in her feelings and I cannot feel her
She in her feelings, this hoe sentimental
I'm outta school, I cannot feel her
I want a perc in her mouth like a dental
I got that hoe in my condo-wondo
Her side of Chanel in the summer
Boy you ain't the plug, you a runner
I watched the middleman run up a hunnid
b*tch is the chemical, addicted like sama
I'm in New York like I'm DD Osama
But, we don't do no milly rockin'
I got a knife in my muhf*ckin' pocket
I got a knife in my muhf*ckin' pocket (DJ PHAT, what the f*ck we sippin' man)
I got a knife in my muhf*ckin' pocket