[Intro]
Ha, yeah
Ayy
Yuh!
[Hook]
You want war, huh?
pus*y boy don't test your luck
.40 eat like vore, ayy
Yeah you leave me mad as f*ck
You want war, huh?
Yeah these bullets make him duck
He's on the floor, ayy
Well I guess his luck ran up
[x2]
[Verse]
Left him sore, need a stretcher, ayy
Bag from Margiela, uh
Steal his b*tch and then I f*ck
Then I say "see ya later", uh
Spanish b*tch need a translator, uh
I wear all designer, uh
New b*tch she is finer, uh
I'll still leave her cryin', uh
Okay, he don't want no smoke
Bad b*tch she do lots of coke
Smith and Wesson ain't no joke
On my c*ck your b*tch will choke, ayy
I don't f*ck with what he say
But he got balls, he step to the plate
Iron in him, he ain't feelin' okay, huh, yuh!
[Hook]
You want war, huh?
pus*y boy don't test your luck
.40 eat like vore, ayy
Yeah you leave me mad as f*ck
You want war, huh?
Yeah these bullets make him duck
He's on the floor, ayy
Well I guess his luck ran up
[x2]
[Outro]
Well I guess his luck ran up, yuh