Fredo Bang - War Time lyrics

Intro] (Wait hol' up, This ABeats) (Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose) Come with that motherfu*kin' bag, we gon' get you together I'ma tell you On my mama and yours Ayy Dolo, we shootin' outside [Verse] First grade, was to myself, I never liked to play Woke up, grabbed the stick like, "Who gon' die today?" When it come to murder, I don't hesitate I was in that bottom just the other day You ni**as rap 'bout kids, I'm [?], bring out that yellow tape Put his feet up in the air, that's what Osama say Dissin' on the 'net, I'm tryna see how many your [?] take Every time they comе around, we treat it like a holiday Aimin' for his hеad, took off a ear, he ain't listen anyway I might pop out in your section with my weapon, ain't no checkin' in All the killers give me my respect, they know I get it in Ain't nothin' on this b*tch, I need her mouth, I tell her, "Get it right" (Get it right) Clutchin' on my stick all up in class, you can ask FunnyMike Ain't gotta rep on bodies, b*tch, I got 'em, if you know you know Pull up, servin' ni**as door to door, we just like Domino's And I know what to do when pussy ni**as wanna do the most Treat 'em, just like strippers, drop a bag, they shakin' by they toes Like to spend a ten, if I wanna her bad, I'll prolly spend a dub Trollin' on the 'Gram to get some fame, that ni**a die for a buzz Last time we heard him speak, he said he'd come and wipe my nose They ain't even cry about that ni**a since his funeral (Turn me up) [Chorus] It go grrah, what that switch do Pick your partner up, he a tissue It go grrah, what that switch do Pick your dawg up, he a tissue Grrah, what that switch do Pick your dad up, he a tissue (Pick your mans up) Grrah, what that switch do Pick your cousin up, he a tissue (Pick your mans up) It go grrah, what that switch do Pick your partner up, he a tissue It go grrah, what that switch do Pick your dawg up, he a tissue [Outro] What you mean, Gucci slippers in here? Only ni**a in the penitentiary with the red Gucci slides, man, that ain't Blood sh*t, man Wait hold up, man, that's Gucci's, man Come, come with that motherfu*kin' bag, we gon' get you together I'ma tell you On my mama and yours From now on, I got hella investments Let's go, let's go, let's go War time