Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Art Of War, artist - Fumez The Engineer. Date of issue: 27.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Art Of War |
| This is… |
| This is… |
| This is Fumez The Engineer |
| Yeah, they talk about scores |
| One |
| Yeah… |
| But these people ain’t scorin' |
| Sho |
| Now we keep it quiet |
| This is… |
| So they tell us we’re borin' |
| Little do they know |
| One fuck-up and we kicking their door in |
| One |
| Yeah |
| Sho |
| Yeah, they talk about scores (Yeah) |
| But these people ain’t scorin' |
| Now we keep it quiet |
| So they tell us we’re borin' |
| Little do they know |
| One fuck-up and we kicking their door in (Su, su, su, su) |
| Yeah, it’s the art of war (Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn) |
| Bad when I’m on my ones |
| 'Till I come with 2 or 3 |
| Fuck that man I’m comin' with 4 yeah |
| It’s the art of war, yeah |
| Still with the same dargs from a puppy (Su, su, su, su) |
| Never switch up of course, yeah (RV!) |
| It’s the art of war |
| Opp boy still tryna get me (Pagans) |
| Feds just wanna arrest me (Fuck them) |
| Tryna hit a meal like Heskey (Trappin') |
| My pokers can’t ever be empty (No way) |
| I’m the Fresh Prince of Tottenham |
| Guess you niggas are Jeffery (Hahaha) |
| M Huncho, RV and Headie |
| That’s Neymar, Suarez and Messi (Gang) |
| I’m puttin' work for my gunners (Uh) |
| Now I feel like Seaman again (I'm out 'ere) |
| I’m just tryna get rich |
| They got me risking my freedom again (I'm out 'ere) |
| I score points in the field |
| I can’t wait for the season again (Can't wait) |
| 'Cause I got new beef |
| So it’s gonna get seasoned again (Peppered) |
| That means you get slaughtered (Uh) |
| When niggas get peppered (Boom!) |
| I need P’s for a mortgage |
| So I got spots like a leopard (Trap, trap) |
| Wrist in a Pyrex bowl |
| So you know I’m whippin' with tekkers (Whip it) |
| I’ll rise that pole |
| Fuck 5−0, we did it with leathers (Sho) |
| Yeah, they talk about scores (Yeah) |
| But these people ain’t scorin' |
| Now we keep it quiet |
| So they tell us we’re borin' |
| Little do they know |
| One fuck-up and we kicking their door in (Su, su, su, su) |
| Yeah, it’s the art of war (Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn) |
| Bad when I’m on my ones |
| 'Till I come with 2 or 3 |
| Fuck that man I’m comin' with 4 yeah |
| It’s the art of war, yeah |
| Still with the same dargs from a puppy (Su, su, su, su) |
| Never switch up of course, yeah |
| It’s the art of war |
| I don’t care if bro’s on a wrong (One) |
| I can never lef' my friend (One) |
| .32 or the .44 long (Turn, turn, turn, turn) |
| I can never lef' that skeng |
| Every other day it’s 90 on the M (Su, su, su, su) |
| Every other day I gotta lef' the ends |
| I’ve been out 'ere tryna do right |
| How many times did it still go left |
| Still do it for myself or do it for the gang (Su, su) |
| Do it for the cause (Gang) |
| I got six in the spin-spin ting |
| There’s no way that the skeng can pause (One) |
| Seventeen, had a link for the AM (Su) |
| First time man try extort (Turn, turn, turn, turn) |
| I just had to finesse that all (Told me turn, ay) |
| Enemies and frenemies (One) |
| There’s only a few I can trust (One) |
| I keep my eyes on the ball like a penalty (One) |
| What you know 'bout T house settings |
| There’s nuttin' but chicken and chips from Tennessee (Su, su) |
| That put me in Chelsea |
| This steak’s just giving me energy (O-o-one) |
| Yeah, they talk about scores (Yeah) |
| But these people ain’t scorin' (Su, su) |
| Now we keep it quiet (Su, su) |
| So they tell us we’re borin' |
| Little do they know |
| One fuck-up and we kicking their door in (Su, su, su) |
| Yeah, it’s the art of war (Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn) |
| Bad when I’m on my ones |
| 'Till I come with 2 or 3 |
| Fuck that man I’m comin' with 4 yeah |
| It’s the art of war, yeah |
| Still with the same dargs from a puppy (Su, su, su, su) |
| Never switch up of course, yeah |
| It’s the art of war (They told me turn) |