Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song War with Me, artist - KT ForeignDate of issue: 20.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
War with Me |
| One-twenty in a Porsche, feel like FasTrak |
| Ex bitch call my phone, I don’t back track |
| I been out here gettin' money, what you mad at? |
| Ain’t no money hangin' out, I got past that |
| Niggas lookin' at me weird like I changed on 'em |
| I ain’t change, I just ran up my change on 'em |
| Got fours, got money, and got a chain on 'em |
| Had to stay in my lane, I remained foreign |
| Nigga I don’t need no friends 'cause I’m poppin' |
| I get any bitch I want 'cause I’m confident |
| 30 on me, wish you would 'cause I’m poppin' it |
| Real nigga, in the pen they be lockin' in |
| Thirty-eight, no safety, no cockin' it |
| No shells, no L’s, we just rocket ship |
| Steady slidin' on these niggas with these hockey sticks |
| It’s either foreign or it’s nothing, who you rocking with? |
| Thirty-eight, no safety, no cockin' it |
| No shells, no L’s, we just rocket ship |
| Steady slidin' on these niggas with these hockey sticks |
| It’s either foreign or it’s nothing, who you rocking with? |
| I was raised by tough love, I don’t love shit |
| I seen family turn on family, I don' trust shit |
| Mini Uzi, double clip for that fuck shit |
| For a chain, lose your life, don’t touch this nigga |
| Five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket |
| Bitch I talk shit, I don’t talk on topic |
| I don’t trust you, I don’t trust nobody |
| Bitch I don’t want you, I just want your body |
| Niggas don’t really want war with me |
| That hammer with me, that throw with me |
| My main stay home and do chores for me |
| Just bought her a Glock, she gon' score for me |
| Niggas really poppin', bitch we really poppin' |
| Fifty in the clip clip, knockin' niggas really driving |
| Bitch we really mob ties, bitch we really locked in |
| And I’ll really kill a nigga and that’s on my mama |
| I don’t want no problems but I’m with the drama |
| On my unborn kids' future baby mama |
| Do a challenge with this Glock, that’s a baby line-up |
| And you’ll catch steady shots off of one dollar |
| Word around the bay I brought Vallejo back |
| Bitch it’s Nate in my wood, don’t catch a heart attack |
| I never been a Crest nigga but I’m romped out |
| Speaking down on the chain and got slumped out |
| One V, hightop faded like I’m Ghandi |
| Ain’t a nigga tax me, I’m wavy like Max B |
| Dummy, still go eighteen hundred |
| Get the fuck nigga fee, bitch run it |
| I came down too SD and I got the plug |
| Lil house ass nigga, you are not a real thug |
| You were scared when they slid, bitch I seen what it was |
| Kanye West, flashing lights when I bust, it’s chain chains |
| Five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket |
| Bitch I talk shit, I don’t talk on topic |
| I don’t trust you, I don’t trust nobody |
| Bitch I don’t want you, I just want your body |
| Niggas don’t really want war with me |
| That hammer with me, that throw with me |
| My main stay home and do chores for me |
| Just bought her a Glock, she gon' score for me |
| Niggas really poppin', bitch we really poppin' |
| Fifty in the clip clip, knockin' niggas really driving |
| Bitch we really mob ties, bitch we really locked in |
| And I’ll really kill a nigga and that’s on my mama |
| I don’t want no problems but I’m with the drama |
| On my unborn kids' future baby mama |
| Do a challenge with this Glock, that’s a baby line-up |
| And you’ll catch steady shots off of one dollar |
| Niggas don’t really want war with me |
| My main stay home and do chores for me |
| Five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket |
| Bitch I talk shit, I don’t talk on topic |
| I don’t trust you, I don’t trust nobody |
| Bitch I don’t want you, I just want your body |
| Niggas don’t really want war with me |
| That hammer with me, that throw with me |
| My main stay home and do chores for me |
| Just bought her a Glock, she gon' score for me |