War Paint lyrics

Mir:
I got a pack of the za
n*ggas know me when I'm back with the mob
Seen em treat rap like a tactical job
Me I just rap with the passion of God
You merely an actor who's rapping alot
I capture my thoughts when I rap off the top
n*ggas tell stories behind my back but they never could tell you the actually plot

And that's cools
n*ggas don't know me cause I don't hang around with fools
Been wavy for so long could change the tide inside
Don't need no shine inside my I changed my mind and copped jewels
I ain't even gon shoot I changed my mind and popped the tool



Peso:
f*ck yo career b*tch
Fall off they say pe$o actin cruel
I just came up out dat water eyes red tentacruel
Man f*ck yo streams f*ck them plays wheres yo money?
Thats whats cool
Everything hit 100 percent damage full
This sh*t
Back in day hustle was matinee
Nowaday get to the money whatever way andale
Stop all that b*tchin and walk with me
Honestly ain't talkin money dont talk to me
Honestly ain't with that b*tch get offa me
Smokin on botany
Stick like im pottering
I keep a stack in a stash for the plottering
If he talk sh*t metal clip like soldering
God damn
Heat up his sh*t like endeavour
I f*cked up my money til dat sh*t got preggers
Damn
Im like ralph
Hop in da booth and I wreck it
Just get you a plan man stop moving reckless
Thing on my hip got bite tigrerra
King size raw full of dead torterra
Im up now
Yung Pe$o is not sharing!
He f*cking with gang and this function im airing
Chorus: (Vasto)
Warpaint on my face im ready to kill some sh*t
Boy dont try to hide UAV in the sky revealin sh*t
Talk down till we peel his sh*t
Hop on a beat then kill that sh*t
In the cut like fawful
Did him awful
On my villain sh*t
And when we spin yo top can't recover you ain't k rool
He dont want no action just like ratchet you know i stay wit tools
Talkin sh*t lou bangin too
You beat me that ain't the truth
Bro dont sweat it
You know you on track when they start hatin you


Louverture:

WHAT’S WITH ALL THESE DUMB ASS n*ggAS TRYNA’ GET ME VEXED
STEADY TRYNA PRESS ME, STEADY TRYNA POCKET CHECK
WHERE THE f*ck YO MANNERS, WHERE THE f*ck IS YOUR RESPECT
I CAN’T WAIT TO LEAVE Y’ALL LOOKING STUPID WHEN I GET MY BREAD

On my Hopsin: bout my business, my ill mind finna shatter the doubt
If you dissing, then I’m dissing, could give a f*ck bout your status or clout
Never treat me like I ain’t pitch in, back then I put food in your mouth
Gave you meals when I had nothing, THAT SHOULD TELL YO ASS WHAT I’M BOUT
Sending shots? Then I’ll get a vest then
Invested in my own stock, did the unexpected
Rejected by all you pest, now i’m too connected
Your bested, get put to rest for making me restless

Tested - and trained to kill when moving my lips
Been making them hits so please get the f*ck off my di*k
Must got a crush, If not, it don’t really make sense
Ain’t spewing no lies, I chill with the baddest of b*tch

(ruling) LIFE TURNED GTA: 5 STARS, b*tch, I’M WANTED
WAR PAINT ON MY FACE, BEEN SCARRED LIKE, WHO WANT IT?
STACKING UP MY RACKS WHILE Y’ALL CRABS IN A BUCKET
WIN AGAINST ALL ODDS TURN MY OPPS INTO NOTHING


Chorus:
Warpaint on my face im ready to kill some sh*t
Boy dont try to hide UAV in the sky revealin sh*t
Talk down till we peel his sh*t
Hop on a beat then kill that sh*t
In the cut like fawful
Did him awful
On my villain sh*t
And when we spin yo top can't recover you ain't k rool
He dont want no action just like ratchet you know i stay wit tools
Talkin sh*t lou bangin too
You beat me that ain't the truth
Bro dont sweat it
You know you on track when they start hatin you
Breeton:

Talking bout action but boi you ain’t bout it
Tryna be clouted, you ended up clouded
Catch rounds from my arms, look like Hoopa Unbounded
We bury a body, ain’t bury no hatchet

Bury a body, he dead in the lobby
My crew hop from block after block like an Obby
Accrue hella funds but for you, it’s a hobby
My Blue stay on Lock, so my pockets on Nagi

So no wonder I got me an ego
You got me on the feat? It’s a cheat code
Treat the beat like your team, we got heat for ‘em
They competing with me, finna leave ‘em in the dust huh

Unearthed talent, I been heat to the core
All these other rappers barely at the crust huh
Money in the bag no trust fund