Came from that bottom, all I needed was to grind
Keep takin' pills, these prescription help my mind
I'm stayin' focused, can't keep wastin' all my time
My dawg a snake, he keep hissing I keep that iron
Run from the Jacks, I can't do no fed time
And free my brother, he got caught toting that iron
These niggas snitchin', that could never be one of the guys
We catch you snoozin', up that Glock, it's bedtime
Boy, you a goofy, that's what happen, you play with mine
We hop out lurkin' toe tag, you know you dying
You know you dying, playing' with the gang
Same day, we outside slidin , don't play with mines
We quick to hop out, get on feet and hawk you down
He ran his mouth, the reason he met, AR rounds
I ain't trip about no bitch
Can't none of these hoes playin' me like a clown
We gon' get up close when we hop you down, you gon' know it's us
I ain't never gon' put my trust in a bitch, don't call it love
Just call it lust
It ain't never been a time my gun ain't bust
Niggas cappin', when it's wartime, niggas know it's us
Ain't really trippin', feed her dick and put the hoe on hush
Hop out blinkin', in disguise, can't even see its us
That nigga ran his mouth and met his match, it must've sucked
BTE Duece - WarTime (feat. 3600 Will) Lyrics
BTE Duece - WarTime (feat. 3600 Will) Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Came from that bottom, all I needed was to grind
Keep takin' pills, these prescription help my mind
I'm stayin' focused, can't keep wastin' all my time
My dawg a snake, he keep hissing I keep that iron
Run from the Jacks, I can't do no fed time
And free my brother, he got caught toting that iron
These niggas snitchin', that could never be one of the guys
We catch you snoozin', up that Glock, it's bedtime
Boy, you a goofy, that's what happen, you play with mine
We hop out lurkin' toe tag, you know you dying
You know you dying, playing' with the gang
Same day, we outside slidin , don't play with mines
We quick to hop out, get on feet and hawk you down
He ran his mouth, the reason he met, AR rounds
I ain't trip about no bitch
Can't none of these hoes playin' me like a clown
We gon' get up close when we hop you down, you gon' know it's us
I ain't never gon' put my trust in a bitch, don't call it love
Just call it lust
It ain't never been a time my gun ain't bust
Niggas cappin', when it's wartime, niggas know it's us
Ain't really trippin', feed her dick and put the hoe on hush
Hop out blinkin', in disguise, can't even see its us
That nigga ran his mouth and met his match, it must've sucked
Keep takin' pills, these prescription help my mind
I'm stayin' focused, can't keep wastin' all my time
My dawg a snake, he keep hissing I keep that iron
Run from the Jacks, I can't do no fed time
And free my brother, he got caught toting that iron
These niggas snitchin', that could never be one of the guys
We catch you snoozin', up that Glock, it's bedtime
Boy, you a goofy, that's what happen, you play with mine
We hop out lurkin' toe tag, you know you dying
You know you dying, playing' with the gang
Same day, we outside slidin , don't play with mines
We quick to hop out, get on feet and hawk you down
He ran his mouth, the reason he met, AR rounds
I ain't trip about no bitch
Can't none of these hoes playin' me like a clown
We gon' get up close when we hop you down, you gon' know it's us
I ain't never gon' put my trust in a bitch, don't call it love
Just call it lust
It ain't never been a time my gun ain't bust
Niggas cappin', when it's wartime, niggas know it's us
Ain't really trippin', feed her dick and put the hoe on hush
Hop out blinkin', in disguise, can't even see its us
That nigga ran his mouth and met his match, it must've sucked
Writer: Alamarie Ewing
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid