PGF Nuk, PGF Mooda - War Time lyrics

Go, go, go, go it's a war time
On gang

War time, grab your gun, grab your mask
It's time to do a drill
You can't hop up in this car
Unless you know you got the wheel
Get the drop up on the
Opps, they know I'm trusty
That's my thrill
Jump out off that car and tell that switch
They know I love that feel
Every day I'm spinnin' blocks
Can't get tired, They tell me "Stop''
I've been takin' risks, I'm on papers
Bust through tote the Chop
He think that he flexin'
Psycho Gang gon' take his necklace
I've been stackin' breads, as soon
As he come out, I bet we stretch 'em
I don't diss the dead
'cause they gon' diss the dead
And we gon' catch shorty know my dawgs
All I gotta do is
Tell 'em ''Fetch 'em''
I ain't trippin' off no bitch
All these hoes know I'm pressure
Baby girl, they know I'm healthy
If you gon' slide, Block your bless

Bitch what time sneakin' up on ops
I need some mo' time
He gon' see a lot of lights
But it ain't showtime
Fo'nem drop the low, so it's go time
I really blow mines
Twelve caught me with this little pipe
You really throw 9's
Bitch I play with G5's and 45's
Ayy shorty waitin' for his bus
So I got time
Kill 'em in a rush, don't give no fuck
'cause he diss mines
How you claim the block, ain't shot at opps
You need to switch sides nigga
You say you ready for this war
So it's time to go
Nigga grab your gun and grab your mask
Why you lookin' slow?
Niggas say they on my ass
So Imma let it show
They catch me, I can't get no pass
So Imma up this bitch and blow, Go

War time, grab your gun, grab your mask
It's time to do a drill
You can't hop up in this car
Unless you know you got the wheel
Get the drop up on the
Opps, they know I'm trusty
That's my thrill
Jump out off that car and tell that switch
They know I love that feel
Every day I'm spinnin' blocks
Can't get tired, They tell me "Stop''
I've been takin' risks, I'm on papers
Bust through tote the Chop
He think that he flexin'
Psycho Gang gon' take his necklace
I've been stackin' breads, as soon
As he come out, I bet we stretch 'em
I don't diss the dead
'cause they gon' diss the dead
And we gon' catch shorty know my dawgs
All I gotta do is
Tell 'em ''Fetch 'em''
I ain't trippin' off no bitch
All these hoes know I'm pressure
Baby girl, they know I'm healthy
If you gon' slide, Block your bless