War (Remix) lyrics

[Hook]
If you got it, lil n*gga
Then we invading your place
Oh my God, these n*ggas b*tches
They so feminine, yea
No, I can't f*ck 'round with you peons
Ain't got no time to play
I'm at war with the devil
I'ma win it one day

[Post-Hook]
I'm fly as a eagle
These lil n*ggas so see-through
Allergic to fake ass lil n*ggas
Come follow my dripping instead
I'm really the one at your head
No subtracting, I'm adding this bread
When you could support, but they envy instead
I'ma just flex on them n*ggas

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'ma pull up in the 'rari, all gold chains like I'm Tity
Yeah, I'm a hood rockstar, no, not Uzi, John Lennon
Yeah, I'ma still pull up with uzis
Shoot up your sh*t like a movie
Try and play me, lil b*tch, I get ruthless
Yeah, oh, I'm so extravagant
f*ck what you have [?]
Pull up with his b*tch in a Porsche
Take her to this lil resort, oh
Got her flyer than a plane
On some pilot sh*t
While all these people tryna watch
We [?] private sh*t
f*ck it, just gave 'em my venom
She yelling, "oh Lord," I'm like, "preach"
That pus*y so sweet like a garden
I got it all over my sheets
[Hook]
If you got it, lil n*gga
Then we invading your place
Oh my God, these n*ggas b*tches
They so feminine, yea
No, I can't f*ck 'round with you peons
Ain't got no time to play
I'm at war with the devil
I'ma win it one day

[Post-Hook]
I'm fly as a eagle
These lil n*ggas so see-through
Allergic to fake ass lil n*ggas
Come follow my dripping instead
I'm really the one at your head
No subtracting, I'm adding this bread
When you could support, but they envy instead
I'ma just flex on them n*ggas

[Verse 2]
She tryna cuff on my di*k with her cop car
They loving my tune like I'm that f*cking Hot Boy
Yeah, I'm up early, never late
Oh, I'm in that water with apes
Oh, trip out we shooting your fa-ace
I nut on her face, that remove all her pimples
These b*tches so thirsty, I give 'em this pimp juice
I'm hot as a maf*cking torch
Make that hoe sleep on the floor
These covers are Christian Dior, yeah
I make her get up and do all her chores
You get out what you put in, the world is your's, yeah
Remember them days, I couldn't afford
I'ma buy what I want 'til my body is sore
[Hook]
If you got it, lil n*gga
Then we invading your place
Oh my God, these n*ggas b*tches
They so feminine, yea
No, I can't f*ck 'round with you peons
Ain't got no time to play
I'm at war with the devil
I'ma win it one day

[Post-Hook]
I'm fly as a eagle
These lil n*ggas so see-through
Allergic to fake ass lil n*ggas
Come follow my dripping instead
I'm really the one at your head
No subtracting, I'm adding this bread
When you could support, but they envy instead
I'ma just flex on them n*ggas

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My b*tch, she bad to the bone
Ayy, wait, these n*ggas watchin'
I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh
Switchin' my hoes like my flows (What?)
Switchin' my flows like my clothes (Like what?)
Keep on shootin' that gun, don't reload
Ooh, ooh, now she want f*ck with my crew
'Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the 'Rari, that b*tch got no roof (Skrrt)
Wait, what kind of 'Rari? 458 (Damn)
All of these n*ggas, they hate (They hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate
Look, go to strip club, make it rain
Yeah, so much money they use rakes
Count a hundred thousand in your face (In your face)
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, yeah
She talk to me like she knew me, yeah
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah
Wakin' up right to a two-piece, yeah
Countin' that paper like loose leaf, yeah
Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yeah
Boy, you so fake, like my collar you snakin'
I swear to God that be that Gucci (Ayy)
And you know we winnin' (Winnin')
Yeah, we is not losin'
Try to play your song, it ain't move me (What?)
Saw your girl once, now she choosin', yeah