Going viral like the cycle of the war disciples
High like Eiffel feel like Michael with the stuff that I'm on
Never mild always wild when i make a song
With my rifle see a rival then his life is gone
Criminal on the run is it fun its none
I ain't a bum my lifestyle is just a f**ed one
It Just s**s son got no money I'm Bruk mum
I'm Bruk dad I'm Bruk sis its the piss
So the war of bells be coming out you will hear this
It won't miss it straight hit your eardrum like blap blap blip blip
I'm on that that this this the combination kicks
I'm out of my oven mitts I'm as hot as the devil pit
I'm on that gold medal sh** claiming it wearing it
I ain't spearing sh** or sharing sh** I'm taking it
Come make me quit never b**h I'm the sh**
I'm the crème-Della-Crème on top of this
(Hook)
So the bells of war be coming out
f** boy you better go watch your mouth
I know your address your i know house
Blam blam blam thats curtains down
(x2)
(Verse 2)
Verse 2 verse you ill murk you
Hurt you out surf you turf you for certain
Its working I'm murking I'm hurting
I'm surfing I'm turfing I'm turning