King Von - War With Us lyrics

What? What? We started this shit, man (Huh?)
We fathered this shit, man (For real, we did)
For real

Did a lot of dirt myself, dirty
Thirty on me, shoot 'em like Steph Curry
Shells get to raining, gettin’ wet up, huh?
Fall and your ass won't get up, nah
Bitch, I get busy with choppers and Glizzies
I'm ridin’ through the city
This Glock got no safety
Keep that bitch with me so
Please do not tempt me
I squeeze 'til it's empty, you thinkin'
You crazy
Bad bitch from another country, foreign
Slam dunk all on the pussy, scoring
Nigga, I'm on to the next, she boring
Finna pull up on her friend, who's goin'?
Bands on me, money won't fold, damn
Leprechaun, where is me gold bands?
Can’t catch the drip, you got no hands
I ain’t got opps, I got all fans
I be slidin' on niggas
Straight patchin’ them
You ain't wanna die, why you lack with them?
Hoppin' up out of them Astro vans
Caught your ass, boy
You can't hide from ’em
We dangerous, Tooka, man
Smoke 'em like angel dust
Boy, you ain't gang, you a stain
You can't hang with us
Glizzies on every gang member
That came wit us aim and just spray at them
Niggas that ain't wit us

How you gon' war with a god, a beast?
You don't need guns, you need heart
You weak
Boy, we would dust yo' ass off, sweepin'
You don't want smoke on my squad
You tweakin'
Tell them niggas they don't wanna war wit us
(Nah) they don't wanna war wit us, nah
Tell them niggas they don't wanna war wit us
Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
Tell them niggas they don't wanna war wit us
(Nah) they don't wanna war wit us, nah
Tell them niggas they don't wanna war wit us
Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors

Whole lotta wild ass shorties, babies
Thirty-five stuffed in a forty, KD
Nah, they don't need no aim, say what?
Hitting niggas up close range, layups
Two hands, I'm rocking the metal
I'm hot like the devil
I bury your block like a shovel
Hit your ass all in your neck
Now your head on your chest
Look like Olympic gold medals (Ha ha ha)
Switchin' gears, swervin' through traffic
Stop us
I can switch gears on my ratchet, choppa
Boy, when we roll up we bustin', blocka
Knock all that meat out your fuckin' taco
Hollow tips spinning like cyclones
FaceTime a nigga like iPhone
Put a pretty opp bitch in a morgue, huh
Call that bitch drop dead gorgeous, damn
I'm heartless, bitch
You can call me the Tin Man
Going against me is like
Crawling through quicksand
Draco be sparkin' and
Bargin' through bricks, man
Some call me grandson, some call me hitman
(Bitch) Bitch, some call me hitman
(Bitch) Bitch, some call me hitman
Some call me grandson
(Bitch, bitch, some call me hitman)

How you gonna war with a god? A beast?
You don't need guns, you need heart
You weak
Boy, we dust your ass hard, sweepin'
You don't want smoke on my squad
You tweakin'
Tell them niggas they ain't want
A war wit us
They ain't want a war wit us, nah
Tell them niggas they ain't want
A war wit us
Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors
Tell them niggas they ain't want
A war wit us
They ain't want a war wit us, nah
Tell them niggas they ain't wanna
A war wit us
Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors

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