CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : War
Chorus:
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n***as that'll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain’t with the talk my n***as ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*t*h, b*t*h I'm ready for war
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n***as that’ll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain't with the talk my n***as ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*t*h, b*t*h I'm ready for war
Verse 1:
You ain't relevant enough for me to diss you
Your n***a ate my pu**y with the same lips he kissed you
I see you staring b*t*h, let me know if it's an issue
Call my rappie up, guarantee she come and get you
See if I let him f**k, you no longer be his b*t*h boo
But if I'm off that henny ain't no telling what I’ll do
Top all Gucci, at the bottom Jimmy Choo
He want a real b*t*h, so I’m the person that he choose lil sis
Chorus:
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n***as that'll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain’t with the talk my n***as ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*t*h, b*t*h I'm ready for war
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n***as that'll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain’t with the talk my n***as ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*t*h, b*t*h I'm ready for war
Verse 2:
See my pockets real fat like Nicki ass and sh*t
Ain't got to f**k for attention, I'm a classy b*t*h
We ain't chasin no n***as, chasin bags and sh*t
Paint my Rari the color purple f**k that average sh*t
All my b*t*hes from South Side on that savage sh*t
Shoes be yo rent that's that lavish sh*t
He call my phone 10:30 in the morning
I ask him was we hungry
If you ain't tryna eat it why you call
sh*t be blowing me and now he in his feelings and sh*t
Wanna cut him off but he be killin sum sh*t
I like them street n***as that be dealin and sh*t
All this sh*t that I state facts, know you feeling this sh*t
Chorus:
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n***as that'll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain't with the talk my n***as ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*t*h, b*t*h I'm ready for war
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n***as that'll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain't with the talk my n***as ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*t*h, b*t*h I'm ready for war
Verse 3:
I got my own bread, own car, own crib
Only thing I need a n***a for is for the d**k
I remember them days when a b*t*h ain't have sh*t
Now all these b*t*hes wanna be me and the n***as want to hit
But that's a no b*t*h, keep my legs closed b*t*h
I ain't with that hoe sh*t, I'm about my dough b*t*h
Ain't talkin marijuana when I say my n***a smoke sh*t
Wanna beef about a n***a, where your money at broke b*t*h
Myyy pu**y leaky like a faucet, had to take a break
Got em thinkin that I lost it
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n***as that'll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain’t with the talk my n***as ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*t*h, b*t*h I'm ready for war
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n***as that’ll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain't with the talk my n***as ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*t*h, b*t*h I'm ready for war
Verse 1:
You ain't relevant enough for me to diss you
Your n***a ate my pu**y with the same lips he kissed you
I see you staring b*t*h, let me know if it's an issue
Call my rappie up, guarantee she come and get you
See if I let him f**k, you no longer be his b*t*h boo
But if I'm off that henny ain't no telling what I’ll do
Top all Gucci, at the bottom Jimmy Choo
He want a real b*t*h, so I’m the person that he choose lil sis
Chorus:
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n***as that'll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain’t with the talk my n***as ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*t*h, b*t*h I'm ready for war
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n***as that'll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain’t with the talk my n***as ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*t*h, b*t*h I'm ready for war
Verse 2:
See my pockets real fat like Nicki ass and sh*t
Ain't got to f**k for attention, I'm a classy b*t*h
We ain't chasin no n***as, chasin bags and sh*t
Paint my Rari the color purple f**k that average sh*t
All my b*t*hes from South Side on that savage sh*t
Shoes be yo rent that's that lavish sh*t
He call my phone 10:30 in the morning
I ask him was we hungry
If you ain't tryna eat it why you call
sh*t be blowing me and now he in his feelings and sh*t
Wanna cut him off but he be killin sum sh*t
I like them street n***as that be dealin and sh*t
All this sh*t that I state facts, know you feeling this sh*t
Chorus:
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n***as that'll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain't with the talk my n***as ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*t*h, b*t*h I'm ready for war
See this the real sh*t, sh*t that make you feel sh*t
Who beefin over lil sh*t, got n***as that'll drop sh*t, pop sh*t
We ain't with the talk my n***as ready to score
I ain't sparin no b*t*h, b*t*h I'm ready for war
Verse 3:
I got my own bread, own car, own crib
Only thing I need a n***a for is for the d**k
I remember them days when a b*t*h ain't have sh*t
Now all these b*t*hes wanna be me and the n***as want to hit
But that's a no b*t*h, keep my legs closed b*t*h
I ain't with that hoe sh*t, I'm about my dough b*t*h
Ain't talkin marijuana when I say my n***a smoke sh*t
Wanna beef about a n***a, where your money at broke b*t*h
Myyy pu**y leaky like a faucet, had to take a break
Got em thinkin that I lost it
