Finesse2tymes Warfare Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, K33 up on the beat)

[Verse]
Everybody wanna ride with you when you win, but when you lose, they f*ck with the other side
When you stop f*ckin' with 'em and get on your shit, they come back and apologize
Nah, f*ck that, once you cross the line, gotta stay there
And when you see me out in traffic, wherever you play, nigga, you gon' lay there (You know how I get down)
I try to be cool with niggas, don't wanna respect it when you being humble and shit
Speak up when you talking 'bout me, all that subliminal whispering, mumbling shit
I'm done with this shit
I'm sick of thesе niggas and bitches
Trying to focus on my ticket
I got hands, I got guns, how you wanna get it?
I grеw up out the cities
Cleats tied in the field, got my money up, now I got warfront
I come from Memphis, but Houston my second home, I got a four-story
They'll hate you in you city, love you out of town, don't step out of bounds though
The f*ck is you a ganster, runnin' with a rat? Do 'em like Alpo
Rock 'em to sleep
Don't hang out the window, hop out on your feet
I'm playin' for keeps
If I want a nigga, I'm layin' for weeks
I'm layin' for months
I come from Memphis, they slidin' for nothin'
I don't know what's up with dude, last thing I heard, he been hidin' for months Ayy, I'm in Cali with a stallion, wildin', she ate my dick on the patio
Remember when I was in jail, smokin' out Bible paper with Cali' O
I do this shit for the struggle, I keep it a cutter, I do this shit for the gutter
I do this shit for Wow, Lou', Star, I do this shit for the brothers
Mighty
f*ck whoever hatin', know they don't like me
Bitches see me, get excited
Christian Dior, Gucci, Louis, Fendi, the way I be drippin', niggas think I'm swipin'
I been runnin' my credit up, put that lil' bitty debit up
When I pull up in your city, bring me my backend, tell them niggas to hurry up
I got places to go, I got people to meet
Prada goggles and I can't even ski
Money counter turn me on every time it beep
f*ckin' on the plug niece
I better not let a broke nigga kill me
'Fore I die, they gotta feel me
Glock in my lap, I bet I conceal it
I ain't stoppin', I ain't yeilding

[Outro]
Money counter turn me on every time it beep
f*ckin' on the plug niece
I better not let a broke nigga kill me
'Fore I die, they gotta feel me
Glock in my lap, I better not conceal it
I ain't stoppin', I ain't yeilding, skrrt