Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song War! , by - Quadeca. Song from the album Voice Memos, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: quadeca
Song language: English
War! |
| You ain’t a part of this, usin' my artifice |
| I put my heart in this |
| Look where I started, I ain’t need a starter kit (No, no) |
| I’ve been a starter since in kindergarten, and |
| Who are you harder than? |
| You are not harder than me (Huh?) |
| I changed my numbers, I’m harder to reach (Who?) |
| I turn my pages, I’m harder to read |
| Say you know me, but I find that hard to believe (Yeah) |
| Oh |
| Sorry I’m not nice (Sorry) |
| They like, «Oh, he just came through in some Nikes!» |
| But these shits is Off-Whites (Hehe, yeah) |
| They all be buggin' when I go up off of the top |
| Like I got lice, huh |
| I turn this shit Freaky Friday; |
| I’ll make you think you in the wrong life, huh (You in the wrong, wrong life) |
| You in the wrong life, bitch |
| Media painted the wrong light, uh |
| Hard to hide up in the spotlight |
| She do anythin' for me, I’m a Klondike, bitch |
| I live two lives when I’m online, offline, everythin' on the line |
| Fuck all the clout, this is not 'bout a dollar sign |
| Bottom line, that’s just the bottom line |
| Pulled up, you stood, sayin' nothin', just like you forgot your lines (Yeah) |
| Ayy, bitch! |
| These shoes are from Christian Dior, yeah (Huh) |
| I’m not a kid anymore, huh (No, I’m not, bitch) |
| Look at what I did to the store (What I did) |
| They don’t make this anymore, huh (They do not!) |
| They don’t make shit like this anymore (They do not!) |
| If you gon' try to diss, best be sure, huh (Best be sure, huh) |
| Cleanin' up rappers, this shit a chore (Sweep, sweep) |
| If you want war then it’s war, bitch (Then it’s war, huh) |
| Bitch (It's Dax!) |
| Niggas want beef, put it in a caption (Phew) |
| Niggas want tweet, never 'bout rappin' (Haha!) |
| I was in the trap when they ask me, «What happened?» |
| I gripped on a TEC, «Sorry, man», now, I’m blastin' (Hahahaha!) |
| What I said when he panic |
| Blood on my shirt, yeah, new fashion (Ooh!) |
| Just bought a whip, and I ran to the mansion (Skrrt!) |
| And flex on a bitch, and I pop with this handgun |
| One shot and you dead, uh (*gunshot*) |
| HB two pencil ass nigga |
| 'Cause I always got lead, uh (I got what?) |
| Two free throws, two shots |
| One chest, one to your head, uh (Goner) |
| 9−1-1, speed dial, man down |
| That’s what I said («9−1-1, what’s your emergency?») |
| Who you know was a janitor |
| Went and got rich, copped a whip that you peel off the lot? |
| (Lot) |
| Who you know would be a thug? |
| Who would murder a nigga, then talk and go move like Barack? |
| ('Rack) |
| Who you know got a jumper like Curry |
| And dunk on a nigga like Shaq on the block? |
| (Block) |
| Who you know, got a- |
| Heh, you don’t know nobody, uh (Haha, yeah!) |
| These shoes are from Christian Dior, huh, yeah (Huh) |
| I’m not a kid anymore, yeah (No, I’m not, bitch) |
| Look at what I did to the store (What I did) |
| They don’t make this anymore, uh (They do not!) |
| They don’t make shit like this anymore (They do not!) |
| If you gon' try to diss, best be sure, uh (Best be sure, uh) |
| Cleanin' up rappers, this shit a chore (Sweep, sweep) |
| If you want war then it’s war bitch (Then it’s war) |
| Pew! |