Letra de Warfare - Finesse2Tymes

(Ayo, K33 up on the beat)

Everybody wanna ride with you when you win, but when you lose, they fuck with the other side

When you stop fuckin' with 'em and get on your shit, they come back and apologize

Nah, fuck that, once you cross the line, gotta stay there

And when you see me out in traffic, wherever you play, nigga, you gon' lay there (You know how I get down)

I try to be cool with niggas, don't wanna respect it when you being humble and shit

Speak up when you talking 'bout me, all that subliminal whispering, mumbling shit

I'm done with this shit

I'm sick of these niggas and bitches

Trying to focus on my ticket

I got hands, I got guns, how you wanna get it?

I grew up out the cities

Cleats tied in the field, got my money up, now I got warfront

I come from Memphis, but Houston my second home, I got a four-story

They'll hate you in you city, love you out of town, don't step out of bounds though

The fuck is you a ganster, runnin' with a rat? Do 'em like Alpo

Rock 'em to sleep

Don't hang out the window, hop out on your feet

I'm playin' for keeps

If I want a nigga, I'm layin' for weeks

I'm layin' for months

I come from Memphis, they slidin' for nothin'

I don't know what's up with dude, last thing I heard, he been hidin' for months

Ayy, I'm in Cali with a stallion, wildin', she ate my dick on the patio

Remember when I was in jail, smokin' out Bible paper with Cali' O

I do this shit for the struggle, I keep it a cutter, I do this shit for the gutter

I do this shit for Wow, Lou', Star, I do this shit for the brothers

Mighty

Fuck whoever hatin', know they don't like me

Bitches see me, get excited

Christian Dior, Gucci, Louis, Fendi, the way I be drippin', niggas think I'm swipin'

I been runnin' my credit up, put that lil' bitty debit up

When I pull up in your city, bring me my backend, tell them niggas to hurry up

I got places to go, I got people to meet

Prada goggles and I can't even ski

Money counter turn me on every time it beep

Fuckin' on the plug niece

I better not let a broke nigga kill me

'Fore I die, they gotta feel me

Glock in my lap, I bet I conceal it

I ain't stoppin', I ain't yeilding

Money counter turn me on every time it beep

Fuckin' on the plug niece

I better not let a broke nigga kill me

'Fore I die, they gotta feel me

Glock in my lap, I better not conceal it

I ain't stoppin', I ain't yeilding, skrrt

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