Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Warzone, artist - M Huncho. Date of issue: 09.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Warzone |
| Got this shotgun, and got it sawn-off |
| The nostrils long, so we gave it a nose job |
| Twenty-four hours, I ain’t had no sleep |
| I got PTSD, I can’t see myself fall off (Turn) |
| Who done all them drills that the opp boys talk of? |
| (Turn) |
| We play foul, so the ref took the ball off (Told me turn) |
| Bro said «Focus on makin' bread"(Turn, turn) |
| But we always end up with toasters (Turn, told me turn) |
| You know what I do to the smoky |
| Treat that WD40 like baby Johnsons (Turn, turn, turn) |
| Bought a baby nine for the tour bus |
| And a G17 for the nonsense (Su-su-su-su) |
| North London is a war zone |
| Ask my broski shh |
| «Who's gonna go get the dinger from top stuff?» |
| It’s meant to be uptown funk, Mark Ronson |
| I ain’t here for the nonsense |
| Who’s on me? |
| I’m on them |
| G-lock holds sixteen, I can spit this verse, leave sixteen on them |
| My thumb’s so numb from the reload, one-thirty kilos |
| Buy my weight when I go grab reloads |
| In the hood, I’m an icon, Figo |
| Louis V in the trenches, fedora, and a pea coat |
| Two Gs on my off day, I’m Gucci, that’s the G code |
| Pocket rocket came little, that’s baby, that’s Pino |
| If you want that cosign, need your mum’s address, fuck a depo |
| I was in my front room with the nina |
| Yola, turn a pop city to a corner sofa |
| Granddaddy hat and a Motorola |
| But it’s meant to be '017 |
| Seventeen years of age in Feltham, I ain’t ever go Wetherby |
| Yo, 'course I fell in love with the T, produce some notes, remedy |
| Put my wrist in liquid nitrogen |
| Blow trees like «Fuck the environment» |
| In the crop house, bring in Chinaman |
| My old friends have no entitlement |
| Fake love to me is frightenin' |
| They wonder why there’s violence |
| Made a mill from jumpin' on mics again |
| Countin' up is gettin' tirin' |
| And I don’t need to ride again, pay five again |
| Let the squad get firin', let the big ting rise again |
| They don’t worry 'bout sirens |
| And I’m wanted by Trident |
| 'Cause my man got hit with the stub |
| But he thought it wasn’t written in the stars like Tinie |
| We can’t part ways up on IG |
| I’ve got one million opps |
| But this money make it hard to find me (Turn, turn) |
| I can’t believe what this envy and jealousy 'cause so much rivalry |
| Why you think I don’t stop at the lights? |
| 'Cah I’m feelin' like Biggie Smalls in the 90s, 90s baby |
| Noughties made me, trap house crazy, this shit made me |
| They envy, they don’t wanna see me win |
| It’s a shame 'cause they all could’ve been legit |
| Free the guys on the wing, for real, for real |
| Could’ve been me, for real, for real |
| Jump on the stage and it’s all surreal |
| Came from the bando, for real, for real |
| Cartier bangles, for real, for real |
| Cartier bangles, for real, for real |
| My pockets expanded, for real, for real |
| I’ve really seen it get real |
| Bro left his prints on the handle, for real, for real |
| We tryna balance, for real, for real |
| Some for the cause, some for the thrill |
| We went to war, no time to heal |
| So we ain’t got handled, for real, for real |
| Put my wrist in liquid nitrogen |
| Blow trees, like «Fuck the environment» |
| In the crop house, bring in Chinaman |
| My old friends have no entitlement |
| Fake love to me is frightenin' |
| They wonder why there’s violence |
| Made a mill from jumpin' on mics again |
| Countin' up is gettin' tirin' |
| And I don’t need to ride again, pay five again |
| Let the squad get firin', let the big ting rise again |
| They don’t worry 'bout sirens |
| And I’m wanted by Trident |
| 'Cause my man got hit with the stub |
| But he thought it wasn’t written in the stars like Tinie |
| We can’t part ways up on IG |