Correction Lyrics War by Pop Smoke

Featuring(s) : Lil Tjay

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Lyrics

Traphouse Mob (Woo)
If I want it, I'ma grab it (Baow)
If I want it, I'ma have?it?(Woo, woo)
Christian Dior?(Christian Dior)
I'm up in all the?stores (This is a Melo beat)

I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
And, n***a, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all livin' lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
And, n***a, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all livin' lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it

My n***as with it
Money flow, run up them digits
I know n***as mad that we did it
Say it, we live it
Morals, we'll never forget it
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 biscuit
Twenty-four hip it
I'ma just twenty-four hip it 'cause bro said, "Don't ever forget it"
Gang with me
Anywhere I pop out, know the thang with me
Every n***a in here with me gon' bang with me
Try your luck and bro goin' insane with me
Bodies dropping, that sh*t ain't a thing to me
Smokin' deadies, I'm rollin' up lame n***as
Couple n***as here with me done changed n***as
Clean the mission, we leavin' remains, n***a
Strictly business, ain't playin' no games
F**k all this fame, n***a
You will get flamed, n***a
Don't you front, I got aim, n***a
I saw homis that f**k with my brain, n***a
I be feelin' like goin' insane, n***a
I just got me a check, now my chain bigger
You gon' die for the stain, n***a
When you sent me the addy, I came, n***a
Only me and my main n***as
You ain't ready for static, don't play, n***a
We could hit you today, n***a
If you makin' your bed, better lay, n***a
There ain't too much to say, n***a
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
And, n***a, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all livin' lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
And, n***a, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all livin' lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it (Look)

I got thirty shots for any n***a who want it (Facts)
Me and Tjay, we be huntin' (Woo)
I don't talk much 'cause n***as know how we comin' (Bah)
N***as know I be dumpin' (Grrt)
Glock 9 dumpin' (Dumpin')
Run, Ricky, runnin' (Runnin')
Blue face hundreds (Hundreds)
Know I'm the bill collector (Woo)
Pull up, what's crackin'? Gun get to blastin'
Talk on my name and we wildin' out
All the opps in the spliff, ashin' (Ashin')
Puff, puff, ain't no pa**in' (Pa**in')
You gon' end up in a casket (Casket)
'Cause n***as know what we into (That's a fact)
I get to drillin', I'm sittin', I'm killin'
I'm sinnin' if I get the feelin' (You will be dead)
I call Jaguar, bet he clap twos (Woo)
Sip Remy like he Papoose
Have him stay still like a statue (Statue)
Have him inked in like a tattoo
If I run down, he a goner
Headshot, no warnin' (Know we run down, little n***a)
It's a man down when it's pourin' (Now)
Gang spin early morning
I don't get mad, I get money (Facts)
What you lookin' at, little dummy? (What you lookin' at?)
I start buckin' teeth like I'm Bunny (Blah)
And I back the Wraith out for nothin' (Grrt)
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
And, n***a, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all livin' lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it
I make a call (Woo, woo)
I make a call and it's war
And, n***a, you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo, woo)
And we all livin' lavish
If I want it, I'ma have it

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