Mo War (feat. OTG BabyO) Video (MV)

(Let that shit ride, Eighty 8)
Yeah, mm-hmm, yeah, okay, yeah, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Smokin' on the ranch, yeah, that shit just be exotic
Yeah, I feel like Batman, like my lil' nigga Robin
We go for a f*ckin' kill, these niggas know how I just pop a pill

This shit real, you need to keep your f*ckin' steal
F*ck how that turn out, yeah, that shit get real inside the f*ckin' field
Chasin' paper, tryna get to a f*ckin' mill
F*ck how you feel, everybody change through the end

These niggas just be pillow talkin', that just is what it is
These niggas be some hoes, but that just is what it is
I'm still up on the grind, still chasin' all this f*ckin' paper
If I do the crime, I'ma do the time, it don't matter what it is

It don't matter what it is, all I know is stand on biz
Name a beat that I ain't slid, smoke with us, we split your wig
All I know is gon' get it, run it up, I'm stackin' digits
Get to the bucks, I'm on the mission, strapped with this rod just like I'm fishin

Hear these hoe ass niggas diss, that's how a nigga end up missin
Like holidays, my nigga bliss, yeah
Mo' war, mo' war, gun smoke, yeah
I treat the stick like a guitar, rock and roll kid

Get on my knees, pray to the Lord for all the things I did
I'm steady prayin' to the Lord, forgive the times I sinned
You know that you play crazy, yeah, this shit gon' get wicked
Just know that I'm chasin' guap, I ain't worried about no f*ckin' bitches

You already know that, how a young nigga always countin' digits
Keep my focus on the money, I'm always on the mission
Y'all already know that, uh, yo, y'all already know
My big cousin gon' hop on this bitch, you know

Baby O, bird, on my mama, you know that we gon' get right on it
Every beat on my soul, nigga know how it go, yo, I'm game
Smokin' on the ranch, yeah, that shit just be exotic
Yeah, I feel like Batman, like my lil' nigga Robin

Now we gon' f*ckin' kill these niggas, know i just pop a pill
This shit real, you need to keep your f*ckin' steal