War Statements lyrics

[Intro: Lil Scoom89]
Ayy, f*ck them n*ggas, free the gang (Huh?)
Ayy, free the real, spin the lane (Brrt, brrt)
Let’s go (Yoom)
(Ayy, ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Verse 1: Lil Scoom89]
Hop out the whip, Glock spittin’, it’s pressure (Boom)
50-round drum, turn his block to a desert (Huh?)
Mask on tight, I ain't leavin' no questions
Talk too much, put his ass on a stretcher (b*tch)
Choppa got a switch, this b*tch sound like a Tesla (Brrt)
n*ggas ain't shooters, they typin' them letters (pus*y)
Big-ass FN, send a opp to the reverend
He tried to run, left his brains on the entrance (Boom, boom)
Glock got a di*k, I ain't talkin' no faggot (Nah)
Chopper make a f*ck n*gga flip like gymnastics
30 on me, got it tucked in my jacket
He talk on the net, but in person he passive (Scary ass)
Run in his crib, now his mama dramatic (b*tch, shut up)
Tears on her face, she just cried on the mattress (Hah)
n*ggas ain't slidin', they know what'll happen
Hop out and bang, leave a f*ck n*gga past tense (Boom)
b*tch on my di*k 'cause she see what the racks is (Huh?)
I ain't tryna cuff, let her hoe ass get passed in (Skeet)
n*ggas be cappin', I live what I'm rappin'
If I up this Glock, then that body collapsin’ (Brrt)
[Verse 2: Big Azrael]
Ayy, f*ck what he said, we ain't squashin' no static (Nah)
We catch him lackin’, put shots through his fabric (Boom)
Whole lotta sticks like we marchin' in traffic
Beam on the chop, turn a opp to a fraction (Split)
n*ggas ain't tough, they be duckin' that action
Hollow tips hot, leave a f*ck n*gga gaspin’ (Hah)
Feds on my ass 'cause they know I’m a savage
Clip got a curl, leave him stiff like a casket (Boom)
Big ass Glock, I ain't usin' no blade (Nah)
He tried to run, put his ass in the grave (b*tch)
n*gga got popped, now they callin' him brave
But the truth is he died with a b*tch on his face (Hah)
Choppa got kick like a pro in the league (Boom)
Switch on the Glock, turn a opp to a leaf (pus*y)
b*tch on my di*k, she just fiendin' for me (sl*t)
I beat that lil' hoe then I put her to sleep (Hah)
Ayy, n*ggas be talkin', we pull up with heat (Boom)
Hollows gon’ cook, turn his ass to a feast (Brrt)
We hit his block, double back in a week (Huh?)
f*ck it, we comin', no time for no peace (Nah)

[Outro: Lil Scoom89]
f*ck all the opps, tell ’em slide if they mad (pus*y)
Still in the trenches, my foot on they neck (Boom)
Big-ass drum, that b*tch beat like a band
n*gga play crazy, he won’t get a chance (Hah)
b*tch, we up now, ain't showin' no hands (Nah)
Lil’ n*gga died 'cause he thought he was gang (Stupid)
Chop got a beam, I ain't usin' no aim (Boom)
f*ck all them n*ggas, they dead in they gang (b*tch)