Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go To War, artist - Crime Mob. Date of issue: 03.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Go To War |
| Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel |
| F**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel |
| If you wanna go to war I’ll take ya to war |
| I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car |
| (Verse 1: Lil Scrappy) |
| Yea, I was born military |
| Thuggin nigga ever since |
| Mama taught a young nigga to gon' and get that presidence |
| Ballin on ya residence but im still thuggin' tho |
| Got dem crack fans standin around like a rock show |
| Just bought a dime now they screaming out fa 5−0 |
| Dime piece collection in the Tec I got the air hole |
| What you looking at me for |
| Cuz im on that drank hoe |
| And im gone off some that mission impossible |
| Im flexible, I still can move through traffic |
| If I get into it with one of ya bastards im’a let you have it |
| Go reach fo' one of my gadgets take the pen out of the cannon |
| You’ll be dead in a casket mama thinkin was that for strappin |
| Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel |
| F**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel |
| If you wanna go to war I’ll take ya to war |
| I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car |
| (Verse 2: Diamond) |
| Look, any motherf**ka step up get wet up guaranteed to feel the heat |
| Well im packin lotta stackin attacking smackin crack in da cap in yo team in |
| deep |
| Always bustin up clips you bleed keep a nigga down on his knees |
| When you mess wit little Diamond so shinin' and blindin' grindin' fryin' hoes |
| cowardly |
| All you bitches bout dancing' me, ain’t none of yall my homie |
| We bringin' the Tony Montana’s and hammers and banners that’s hard to beat |
| I got that shit you need just like the air you breathe |
| My lyrical spirits are critical miracle burn like gasoline |
| Im slick as vaseline put a look in the must homie |
| Im the realist appealist that’s trillest that’s illest that’s on the scene |
| Yea hoe im running thangs, cuz now im in the game |
| Ball that hoop and switch and shooting like le’bron james |
| Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel |
| F**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel |
| If you wanna go to war I’ll take ya to war |
| I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car |
| (Verse 3: Pimp C) |
| Ughh, I pimp tight like MJG |
| Body body like Master P |
| Showing out in the parking lot |
| BKA Young Pimp C, AKA Sweet Jones |
| Change my name to Tony Snow Love a crow |
| Came off whippin' snow in a Pyrex bowl |
| My car dangerous hit it with the sprite |
| Hittin' 10 in a Benz truck full of work, nothing' but white |
| Gettin' hot on the street lights Rolls Royce not the motor bikes |
| Not a lover just a Mac dump the sack I drip the lac' I |
| If you know like I know bitch you wouldn’t be sayin' that |
| Monkey talk get people killed, I spend ya kool-aid pack |
| If you if you not willing to see me best not say my name |
| We ain’t got no time to be guessing and playing no pussy games |
| Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel |
| F**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel |
| If you wanna go to war i’ll take ya to war |
| I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car |