Yo Gotti - World War Iii lyrics

[Hook:] It's a World War Three, n***a f**in' wit me, n***a My n***as wit it, wit it, I&E, n***a World War Three n***a f**in' wit me, n***a My n***as wit it, wit it, WB b**h It's a World War Three n***a, f**in' wit Gotti boy I'm bout to separate yo soul from yo body boy I got that chopper boy, coming through yo block boy And you can't stop us boy, betta call the coppers boy My n***as wit it, wit it Money, we get it, get it I see my target, regardless I hit it, hit it Bullets ain't got no name Gotti ain't playin' games Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim Situations don't matter, put yo head on a platter Catch the cut then b**h, I shed, born, and rattle Got on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo best? You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' then you blessed Fu-f** a institution, b**h this a revolution I ain't gone chill, until I get a execution Fu-f** a institution, b**h this a revolution I ain't gone chill, until I get a execution [Hook] So you say you want to break the law What about when I break your jaw? What about, when I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my People, stuntin' wit a Sod-Off I say you want to think, before you do that You don't really want to see me run through that I'm screamin out Gotti, before I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?" You say you want to wild out But you don't want to foul out What the f** you thinkin' bout? See you f**in' wit a block burner, when sh** get hot it melt, ain't no Tellin' how it turn out I'm bringin' fame to the streets in a proper way Represent I&E each and every day Yo Gotti, motherf**er, what the f** you say? My grill ain't real, my sh** don't shine in your face How many n***as had six figgas, besides Jigga Before the rap game came, me and my n***as Representin' down south Wit plat up in our mouth sh**, bricks, and chips is what I'm all about Say it again Rewind the sh**, Play it again,???, ???, record again Cause you f**in wit a n***a, bring war again [Hook] I scream attention! (WHO?) If you a I&E solider pay attention! (WHY?) Cause it's some serious sh** I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?) Go and get that n***a, so I can lynch him! (WHO?) Don't ever join my team and try to exit (b*tch) That's like having a Lexus and won't flex it (b*tch) I know you like the ice up in my bracelet (b*tch) It's all about the sign around my necklace (b*tch) You reckless (b*tch) You had the advantage Now you can't do nothing, but panic Like a ho, wanting it rough, but you too romantic I'm the number one writer Who say that they tighter? That's just like bringing a fight, up out of a fighter Trick, I'm ready for it, never 'noid, so energetic And with that slick sh** you pull, you make me feel disrespected It's a World War Three n***a, f**in wit Gotti boy I ain't no studio gangsta I bring the drama boy [Hook: until end]