Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song War , by - King Von. Release date: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
War |
| (Banger |
| DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger) |
| Von |
| Nigga, I’ll be damned (Who?) |
| If a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain’t sweet (Huh? Boom, boom) |
| Nigga, I ain’t goin', I’m back, I’m blowin' (Yeah) |
| I’ll be at the crib every day of the week (Shit) |
| Remember it was nights I couldn’t even sleep (Huh? Huh?) |
| War outside, niggas couldn’t even eat (Damn, damn) |
| I was sixteen with a carbon fifteen (Yeah) |
| Motherfuckers gotta die and it ain’t gon' be me (Von, huh?) |
| Shootin' shit sun up 'til the sun down (Uh) |
| He was just playin' tough, he gon' run out (Uh-huh) |
| All these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun out (He get |
| too wild) |
| I’m the type of nigga go to church with my gun out (In a shootout) |
| Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (He get too wild) |
| I’m the first name they said in a shootout (In a shootout) |
| God textin' me like, «It's gettin' too crowded» (Damn, damn) |
| Police they catch me, I’m too silent (Damn) |
| My name speak volume, I’m too violent (Huh?) |
| Niggas actin' tough, run it up then I’ma lay him down like two pallets (Boom, |
| boom) |
| Dress a nigga up like a new stylist (Uh-huh) |
| Out for a year, nigga, when the trial is? |
| (Uh-huh) |
| Would’ve bought a bitch a car but she had some mileage (Uh-huh) |
| If he say what he saw, we gon' cut his eyelid (Boom, boom, boom) |
| Nigga, I’ll be damned (Damn) |
| If a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain’t sweet (Nah, nah) |
| Nigga, I ain’t goin', I’m back, I’m blowin' (Huh?) |
| I’ll be at the crib every day of the week (Boom, boom) |
| Remember it was nights I couldn’t even sleep (Yeah) |
| War outside, niggas couldn’t even eat (Shit) |
| I was sixteen with a carbon fifteen (Huh? Huh?) |
| Motherfuckers gotta die and it ain’t gon' be me (Damn, damn) |
| Shootin' shit sun up 'til the sun down (Yeah) |
| He was just playin' tough, he gon' run out (Uh-huh) |
| All these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun out (Uh-huh) |
| I’m the type of nigga go to church with my gun out (With my gun out) |
| Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (He get too wild) |
| I’m the first name they said in a shootout (In a shootout) |
| God textin' me like, «It's gettin' too crowded» (Damn, damn) |
| Oh, you 'bout it? |
| (Uh-huh) |
| Rob you, ain’t shit you gon' do 'bout it (Uh-huh) |
| My lil' bitch want a new body (What?) |
| My bullets come get you fast like a Bugatti (Grrah, grrah) |
| I’m goin' Scotty like too hotty (Yeah) |
| You gettin' shot up if you too cocky (What?) |
| We slide with sticks like we play hockey |
| And you not a killer if you only got two bodies, damn (Boom, boom, boom, boom) |
| Run out (Yeah), hustle to sun up to sun down (Uh-huh) |
| We got some money, it’s fun now (It's fun) |
| Last nigga dissed King Von got gunned down (Grrah, grrah) |
| Damn, what now? |
| (What?) |
| It was funny but now it’s not fun now (It's not fun now) |
| I was bummy, now look who the bum now |
| A nigga tried Von, I bet he get gunned down (Boom, boom, boom) |
| Nigga, I’ll be damned (Damn) |
| If a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain’t sweet (Nah, nah) |
| Nigga, I ain’t goin', I’m back, I’m blowin' (Huh?) |
| I’ll be at the crib every day of the week (Boom, boom) |
| Remember it was nights I couldn’t even sleep (Yeah) |
| War outside, niggas couldn’t even eat (Shit) |
| I was sixteen with a carbon fifteen (Huh? Huh?) |
| Motherfuckers gotta die and it ain’t gon' be me (Damn, damn) |
| Shootin' shit sun up 'til the sun down (Yeah) |
| He was just playin' tough, he gon' run out (Uh-huh) |
| All these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun out (Uh-huh) |
| I’m the type of nigga go to church with my gun out (With my gun out) |
| Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (He get too wild) |
| I’m the first name they said in a shootout (In a shootout) |
| God textin' me like, «It's gettin' too crowded» (Damn, damn) |