King Von - War Wit us lyrics

Got a lotta dirt myself Thirty, Thirty on me shoot em’ like Steph Curry .. on the run get wet up, huh? Fallen and your a*s won’t get up, nah B***h, I get busy with choppas and glizzys, I’m ridin through this city This Glock got no safety Keep that b***h with me, so please do not tempt me, I squeeze till’ it’s empty You thinkin’ you crazy Bad b***h from another country, foreign Slam dunk on all that p***y, scoring N***a, I own til the next sheet, boring Finna pull up on a friend hoe, gone Bandz on me, money won’t go down Leprechaun wet as me .. bandz .. to drip, you got no hands I ain’t got opps, I got all fans I be slidin’ on n***as, straight patchin them You ain’t wanna die, why you lack with them? Hoppin up out of them astro vans Caught your a*s, boy, you can’t hide from him We dangerous, Tooka, man, smoke em like angel dust Boy, you ain’t gang, you a stain, you can’t hang with us Glizzys on every gang member that came wit us Aim and just spray at them n***as that ain’t wit us How you gonna war with a god? A beast? You don’t need guns, you need heart, you weak Boy, we dust your a*s hard, sweepin You don’t want smoke on my squad, you tweakin Tell them n***as they ain’t want a war wit us They ain’t want a war wit us, nah Tell them n***as they ain’t wanna a war wit us Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors Tell them n***as they ain’t want a war wit us They ain’t want a war wit us, Tell them n***as they ain’t wanna a war wit us Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors Whole lotta wild a*s shorties, babies Thirty-five stuffed in a forty, Katie Nah, they ain’t need no aim, say what? Hit a n***a up close range, layups Two hands, I’m rocking the metal I’m hot like the devil I bury your block like a shovel Hit your a*s all in your neck, man, your head on your chest Look like Olympical medals Switch and swervin through traffic Stop us I can switch gears on my ratchet, choppa When we roll up we bustin, blocka Knock all that meat out your f**in taco .. just spinning like cyclones Facetime a n***a like iphones Put a pretty opp b***h in a morgue, huh? Call that b***h drop dead gorgeous Damn I’m heartless b***h, you can call me the tinman Going against me is like crawling through quicksand Draco be sparkin and bargin through bricks, man Some call me crazy, some call me hitman B***h, some call me hitman B***h, some call me hitman Some call me crazy, some call me hitman How you gonna war with a god? A beast? You don’t need guns, you need heart, you weak Boy, we dust your a*s hard, sweepin You don’t want smoke on my squad, you tweakin Tell them n***as they ain’t want a war wit us They ain’t want a war wit us, nah Tell them n***as they ain’t wanna a war wit us Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors Tell them n***as they ain’t want a war wit us They ain’t want a war wit us, nah Tell them n***as they ain’t wanna a war wit us Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriorsss.