War Vet Lyrics – Fundz
Singer: Fundz
Title: War Vet
Well, good luck, Ron [Well, good luck, Ron
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
n#gg#s be way too moody, n#gg#s be way too moody
n#gg#s be way too moody, n#gg#s be way too moody
n#gg#s be way too moody, n#gg#s be way too moody
n#gg#s be way too moody, n#gg#s be way too moody [Yeah]
Wake a b#tch up like a rest stop
b#tch, I move like a boss under pressure
We’ll make a n#gg# fold like a laptop
And I’ll never fold like a desktop
He a ho, she made him sleep in the wet spot
Ain’t no way he come around with his chest out
Keepin’ up with the cap, get his hat cocked
She suck dick with her hands cocked like Hancock
I’m still with the same n#gg#s from the sandbox
I been a big dog way before Sandlot
Aim at a n#gg# head with the red dot
This a it only shoot headshots
I took a flight to the Bay just to recharge
And I’m rollin’ up skunk in a tree bark
n#gg#s gotta hold an image like a PR
Send him down to the ER
He on the ‘net, n#gg# livin’ in the VR
Where I come from, you can’t have a weak heart
And my teacher told me I wouldn’t be smart
But I don’t trust hoes, they retards
f#ck, I’m still standin’ ten toes like a leotard
I told her I ain’t tryna kick it, I ain’t Leonard
But I can still paint a picture like Leonard’
But I ain’t talkin’ ’bout DiCaprio
b#tch stink, she a baddy, though
I can’t lie, she got a fatty, though
But I ain’t tryna FaceTime, send an addy, though
I’m still up and I ain’t even need a Addy, though
I make a old b#tch call a n#gg# “Daddy-o”
While I’m countin’ on the green like Luigi
I ain’t never say this shit’ll be easy
I’m outside with the squad like recess
n#gg#s f#ckin’ up the game, hit reset
My boy ran through the clip, he don’t need track
Ran through another clip, that’s a heat check
He think he hot, cool him off with a ice pack
I go berserk and these n#gg#s ain’t like that
I took a break, then a n#gg# came right back
The way I feel, I ain’t never gotta type that
n#gg#s be way too moody
But they don’t do none, but talk like a poet
How you claim that you real? You don’t show that
That’s how n#gg#s gettin’ stretched like a 4X
I’m steppin’ on a n#gg# neck like a doormat
I’m startin’ to think the .45 got Torx
We’ll walk a n#gg# down to his doorstep
And if you make it out the ‘Raq, you a war vet
If you make it out the ‘Raq, you a war vet
Make it out of Chi-Raq, you a motherf#ckin’ war vet
Make it out of Chicago, n#gg#, you a war vet
Make it out of Chi-Town, you a motherf#ckin’ war vet
Be way too moody
n#gg#s be way too moody, n#gg#s be way too moody
n#gg#s be way too moody, n#gg#s be way too moody
n#gg#s be way too moody, n#gg#s be way too moody
Yeah, yeah
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