Artz & Bugy - War Time lyrics

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, Kane, I'm living right now ni**a, (I don't sh*t) Yeah yeah, I don't trust nobody ni**a Yeah, almighty don't like nobody, okey? yeah (Yeah) Duh, got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch man it's war time Got so much pimp in my blood I ain't never gon' be on a hoe time Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky it's blow time (Artz, what's poppin' my G?) (B-B-Bugy) [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Got that sh*t in my system, don't know if I'm ever gon' shake it I got lust for this murder sh*t, pop out and burn that b*tch Put on front page of the paper (Whoo) Stackin' that sh*t since a youngin', I chop up a onion I made my first pay on a pager (Whoo) You could sell one or get done If I could get the fu*k about beats with the fu*king [?] based (fu*king [?] based) Dull ni**a flyin' b*tches to Mexico Hoe was bougie, knock a b*tch off her pedestal fu*k her friend and let her know you ain't special hoe (Yeah, yeah) When I take a trip then I take an extra hoe (Yeah, yeah) They was fu*kin', I was gone off an edible You can keep your ni**a, I never question you (Whoo) Buy my whole collection, you a collectible (Whoo) Bust it open, let me see you get naked hoe (Whoo) Body bangin', new pilates and stretches hoe Pescatari, all the fish and the vegetables Be his pussy while you pushin' that chedda, hoe For the two more nights I'd like to refresh a hoe She ain't fu*kin', su*kin' it, ain't no pressure hoe With the number when I send you the check Pimps get the most and you get the lesser ho (You get the lesser ho) [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it's wartime (Wartime) Got so much pimp in my blood I ain't never gon' be on a hoe time (Nah) Cookin' dope with the AP wrist, rocky it's blow time (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Jackers got 'em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line (Yeah, yeah) Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watchman, it's wartime (Wartime) Got so much pimp in my blood I ain't never gon' be on the whole time (Nah) Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky it's blow time (Blow time) Jackers got 'em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Got that sh*t in my system, don't think that I'm ever gon' shake it Demons inside of me stressing me Think I need therapy Save me I'm 'bout to go crazy (Yeah) I used to do 26 for the two-one, a split Makin' ni**as go havin' a baby Three baby mama, these b*tches can't keep me I told em' that coca forever my lady (Forever my lady) Every day I fu*k a new b*tch Got the loyal Rap, R&B hoes I just fu*k the Channel 7 News b*tches Get a white b*tch selling white sh*t Getting cougar pussy on a cruise ship Holdin' hands, nah, we ain't cool, b*tch TMZ put me on the news clip Whippin' hard especially with the water I'ma transport it took a few trips ni**a I don't pillow talk around the hoe She got loose pussy, she got loose lips I've been whippin' hard especially with the water I'ma transport it took a few trips ni**a I don't pillow talk around the hoe Will put you on the Channel 7 News b*tch Yeah, yeah, bang [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watchman it's wartime (Wartime) Got so much pimp in my blood I ain't never gon' be on a hoe time (Nah) Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky it's blow time Jackers got 'em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line(Yeah, yeah) Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watchman it's wartime (Wartime) Got so much pimp in my blood I ain't never gon' be on the whole time (Nah) Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky it's blow time (Blow time) Jackers got 'em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line [Outro] b*tch, yeah yeah Yeah yeah Shut the fu*k up b*tch