War Time Lyrics – PGF Mooda
Singer: PGF Mooda
Title: War Time
Go, go, go, go
It’s a war time
On gang
War time, grab your gun, grab your mask, it’s time to do a drill
You can’t hop up in this car, unless you know you got the wheel
Get the drop up on the opps, they know i’m trusty, that’s my thrill
Jump out off that car and tell that switch, they know i love that feel
Every day i’m spinnin’ blocks, can’t get tired, they tell me “stop”
I’ve been takin’ risks, i’m on papers, bust through tote the chop
He think that he flexin’, psycho gang gon’ take his necklace
I’ve been stackin’ breads, as soon as he come out, i bet we stretch ’em
I don’t diss the dead, ’cause they gon’ diss the dead and we gon’ catch
Shorty know my dawgs, all i gotta do is tell ’em ”fetch ’em”
I ain’t trippin’ off no b#tch, all these hoes know i’m pressure
Baby girl, they know i’m healthy, if you gon’ slide, block your bless
〈verse: pgf nuk〉
b#tch what time sneakin’ up on ops, i need some mo’ time
He gon’ see a lot of lights, but it ain’t showtime
Fo’nem drop the low, so it’s go time
I really blow mines
Twelve caught me with this little pipe, you really throw 9’s
b#tch i play with g5’s and 45’s
Ayy shorty waitin’ for his bus, so i got time
Kill ’em in a rush, don’t give no f#ck, ’cause he diss mines
How you claim the block, ain’t shot at opps, you need to switch sides
n#gg#
You say you ready for this war, so it’s time to go
n#gg# grab your gun and grab your mask, why you lookin’ slow?
n#gg#s say they on my #ss, so imma let it show
They catch me, i can’t get no pass, so imma up this b#tch and blow, go
War time, grab your gun, grab your mask, it’s time to do a drill
You can’t hop up in this car, unless you know you got the wheel
Get the drop up on the opps, they know i’m trusty, that’s my thrill
Jump out off that car and tell that switch, they know i love that feel
Every day i’m spinnin’ blocks, can’t get tired, they tell me “stop”
I’ve been takin’ risks, i’m on papers, bust through tote the chop
He think that he flexin’, psycho gang gon’ take his necklace
I’ve been stackin’ breads, as soon as he come out, i bet we stretch ’em
I don’t diss the dead, ’cause they gon’ diss the dead and we gon’ catch
Shorty know my dawgs, all i gotta do is tell ’em ”fetch ’em”
I ain’t trippin’ off no b#tch, all these hoes know i’m pressure
Baby girl, they know i’m healthy, if you gon’ slide, block your bless
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