War Lyrics – Pop Smoke
Singer: Pop Smoke
Title: War
(TrapHouse Rob)
If I want it I’ma grab it
If I want it I’ma have it
Christian Dior, Christian Dior, I’m up in all the stores
I make a call (Woop, woop)
I make a call and it’s war
n#gg#, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woop, woop)
And we all living lavish, if I want it I’ma have it
I make a call (Woop, woop)
I make a call and it’s war
n#gg#, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woop, woop)
And we all living lavish, if I want it I’ma have it
My n#gg#s wit it, money flow, run up them digits
I know n#gg#s mad that we did it
See it, we live it
Morals, won’t ever forget it
If I ever get booked I’m a cricket
Get it and flip it
Henny right here I’ma sip it
You try me, it’s shots at your disk it
24 hip it
I’ma just 24 hip it, ’cause bro said don’t ever forget it
Gang with me
Anywhere that I pop out, know the thang with me
Every n#gg# herewith me gon; bang with me
Trail like a bro going insane with me
Body dropping, that sh#t ain’t a thang to me
Smokin’ duddies, I’m rollin’ up lame n#gg#s
Couple n#gg#s hang with then changed, n#gg#
Clean the mess and we leaving remains, n#gg#
Surely business aint playing no
f#ck all this fame, n#gg#
You will get flamed, n#gg#
Don’t you front, I got aim, n#gg#
I saw homis that f#ck up my brain, n#gg#
I be feeling like going insane, n#gg#
I just got me a check now my chain bigga
You gonna die for this stain, n#gg#
When you sent me the addy I came, n#gg#
Only me and my main n#gg#s
You ain’t ready for static, don’t play, n#gg#
We could hit you today, n#gg#
If you making your bed, better lay, n#gg#
There ain’t too much to say, n#gg#
I make a call (Woop, woop)
I make a call and it’s war
n#gg#, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woop, woop)
And we all living lavish, if I want it I’ma have it
I make a call (Woop, woop)
I make a call and it’s war
n#gg#, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woop, woop)
And we all living lavish, if I want it I’ma have it
Look, I got 30 shots for any n#gg# who want it
Me and Tjay, we be huntin’
I don’t talk much ’cause n#gg#s know how we comin’
n#gg#s know I be dumpin’
Glock 9, dumpin’
Run Ricky, run it
Blue face, hunnids
Know I’m the bill collector
Pull up, what’s crackin’?
Gun get to blastin’
Talk on my name and we wylin’ out
All the ops in the spliff, ashin’
Puff, puff, ain’t no passin’
You gon’ end up in a casket
‘Cause n#gg#s know what we into
I get to drillin’, I’m sittin’, I’m killin’, I’m sinnin’ if I get the feelin’
I call Trav war, bet he clap too
Sick Remi like he Papoose
Have him stand still like a statue
Have him inked in like a tattoo
If I run down he goner
Headshot, no warning
It’s a man down when its pouring
Gang spin, early morning
I don’t get mad, I get money
What you looking at, little dummy?
I start bucking teeth like I’m bunny
And I back the Wraith out for nothin’
I make a call (Woop, woop)
I make a call and it’s war
n#gg#, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woop, woop)
And we all living lavish, if I want it I’ma have it
I make a call (Woop, woop)
I make a call and it’s war
n#gg#, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woop, woop)
And we all living lavish, if I want it I’ma have it
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