Lyrics War with Me - KT Foreign, KT Foriegn, Nef The Pharaoh

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