Toosii, Trey Twizz - War lyrics

Ion fuck with not one of them niggas that
I used to hang with they all broke
Can’t let you throw dirt on my name
Can’t say I wasn’t real cuz we all know
You diss on ya mans to a bitch that’s gone
Fuck anyway cuz they all hoes
If it’s war then it’s war ain't raising
No flags we want all smoke
They told me don’t fuck with them
Niggas I still did I i couldn’t believe you
Taking credit niggas never did nun so
So don’t talk like I need you
Ain’t no love here I’ll never trust again
I just feel like they see thru
If it's war then
It’s war my niggas don’t fight
They be shooting like needles

Don’t Know how to feel
Don’t know how to feel
Kuyler was sposed to go off to
Collеge he died ina fiеld
I got some niggas that ain’t coming
Home they went on a drill
Shots went off free Bibby and juice
They got caught by the Ville
I know some Niggas they ready to
Shoot they don’t need em a
Pill I got some money I tinted
The whip forgiato the wheels
I got a homie who having a Kid
So I tell ‘em to chill
You stunt for them bitches you tell em
Ya business they gone get you killed
Ain’t show me no love
Gone fuck me cuz I ran it up
Fuck with me then you catch A slug
I love you don’t really mean nun
Now days I love you don’t really me nun
Cuz I could get slimey
Always with niggas my Niggas some killers
And they always by me
Them niggas don’t never post up on they
Block cuz they really be hiding
I gotta trust you if I let you
Sit in the back while I’m driving
Ain’t show me no love
Gone fuck me cuz I ran it up
Fuck with me then you catch A slug
I love you don’t really mean nun

Ay i just copped me a nina
Brother said if he play we gone leave em dead
2 seater hop straight out the
Vet to a Bentley
Fuck around i’m a leave his head i slide
That’s for my side fuck the snow
Bitch, i don’t need a sled
You claim that it’s smoke
We heard what you said
So now we gone leave it there
Hop out the back of the
That thang get to boom
I be clearing the room nigga
I heard you what you said
But fuck it watch what we do nigga
Tado died need a 3 peat
Spin again like a repeat
Walk over his head we screaming GG
Don’t fuck with my G’ that pussy Gucci
I fuck with Chanel that’s two c’s
Up north we at lucy’s move down south
Got a 5 dollar pack
Now my brother smoke 2 P’s
I’m talking 2 packs in one day
Prolly make 10 bands off one play
Ever since he lost KRE he been tryna go RIP
Said he gotta get em back some days
He tryna ball like the Barclays
Real nigga but he been through some hard days
My brother go to war for em all day
Now we keep a K around
Fuck nigga wanna play around
Then we layin’ his face down
One thing i know for sho, my gang no hoe
They be down the takedown