War lyrics

[Intro]
Top dog sh*t, we don't f*ck with yo side
We don't f*ck with none of y'all n*ggas (Flatt, fah)
Y'all be on that internet sh*t, and all that other sh*t
Lil' ass b*tch (Skrrt, skrrt)
We don't f*ck with that
f*ck goin' on?
You got lots of problems
We got lots of problems, damn
You got lots of-
We got lots of problems

[Verse 1]
Rockstar, b*tch, I don't own a guitar
I ask a n*gga, "What's happenin'?"
You don't want to go to war
He catch a bullet, like it's Madden
Choppa leave that n*gga swore
That b*tch she got a attachment
I can not f*ck with a whore
Kick that ho out of the door (D-D-DJ Phat)
Told my brothers, I ain't gon' let them down
n*gga, we could go pound for pound
Draco, n*gga, we could go round for round
Foreign drip, tell her, "Sound it out"
[Chorus]
I got lots of problems
You got lots of problems
We got lots of problems, damn
I know I'm a problem
Talk down, we gon' pop him
We don't give no options, damn (DJ Phat, ah, man)
Ayy, I got lots of bankroll
Gang, just got a bankroll
Wе got lots of bankroll, damn (Fft, fft)
I'm with gang, I can't fold
Hit that n*gga ankles, sent him to a angel, damn (D-D-DJ Phat)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, thеy know I'm the top one
Most these n*ggas sad, because they not up
I can't do no link, can't do no pop up
n*gga's under heat, he turnt to Pop Hun'
Ayy, lay low, I been here all day, ho
Let a f*ck n*gga, try me, fft, DeJ Loaf
All my n*ggas sippin' codeine with that Faygo
Wanna act like n*ggas know me, grrt, face gone (Blatt, blatt)
In L.A., I ball like Kobe, n*gga, game on (Damn, DJ Phat)
Walk down, then I did my dance on Rodeo
I'ma let that Glock, he get flocked, got a halo
Just came for some drop, we don't talk, we just aim, ho
Know she got some problems
I don't know why she think I'm the answer to her problems
All these n*ggas fake, and that's a problem
Smile in my face so much, they almost show they top gum (Sound it out)
[Chorus]
I got lots of problems
You got lots of problems
We got lots of problems, damn
I know I'm a problem
Talk down, we gon' pop him (DJ Phat, ah, man)
We don't give no options, damn
Ayy, I got lots of bankroll
Gang, just got a bankroll
We got lots of bankroll, damn (Fft, fft)
I'm with gang, I can't fold
Hit that n*gga ankles, sent him to a angel, damn

[Outro]
(Like, damn, DJ Phat, you be killin' 'em)
Sent him to a angel, damn
I'm with gang, we can't fold
Hit that n*gga ankles
Sent him to a angel, damn