[Intro]
(Akachi in this motherfu*ker)
[Verse 1]
Your shorty do 'bout whatever I say
She call my phone every night, every day
Bro don't want smoke, she tell me where you stay
She like to wear baguetties in her face
I like to fu*k her, wear Saint Laurent
She like to fu*kin' put my music on
I'm out in public smokin' on the strong
She out in Publix sniffin' on the dope
Most of the choppas come in with a scope
I'm out in traffic, gotta keep a rope
These ni**as trash and I still give 'em hope, ayy
[Chorus]
World War 3, my ni**as got snipers
Choppin' up ni**as like Tyson
Most of these rappers ain't writin'
Most of these rapper be bitin'
[Verse 2]
I sound like your favorite rapper
Or does he sound like me?
Glock kill ni**as for free
Young ni**a been too street
Like Florida, play with the heat
We in Miami ten deep
We got the sticks, uh-uh-uh-uh
Big Chop', uh-uh-uh, yeah
ni**a's don't want that, uh
You need to get more money
[Chorus]
World War 3, my ni**as got snipers
Choppin' up ni**as like Tyson
Most of these rappers ain't writin'
Most of these rappers be bitin'
[Verse 3]
I come through like I am a general
Think I'm the greatest in general
Don't wanna be famous in general
But I'll take some milly in serveral
I think I made it in general
They want a case going federal, eee
I where my heart on my sleeve
Big perky get geeked
Cops came through, won't speak
Chop's like World War 3, uh
Got a Glock like World War 3, uh
Big AK on me, uh
So many holes on sleeve, uh
Like five on top to ride
Not, cop, rhyme, fly