Letras
(SHOW YOU THE ART OF WAR)
Balenciaga stepper
Stomp 'em out in designer kicks
He must've thought he got a pass but we kickin' chins
These big ass shoes on me but they ain't no Rick's
These rappers really watered down
Man, they counterfeit
Lying in they raps 'bout some shit that they never did
You could say its all cap, word for word, like the alphabet
You ain't never took a plug down when they take a risk
If yo dick in the dirt and you broke then go hit a lick (yeah)
Imma stop being quiet
Imma talk my shit
It's nowadays, they got excuses for all kinds of shit
If you scared to make some money then just say that bitch
These niggas crying on they stories on the internet
Big bad, sha-bang
He ain't gettin' no chips
He do computer typing, he ain't really 'bout nothing
Designer on me and I ain't have to spend a cent
You think I care about that shit, nigga, fuck fashion
You think I care about this shit, nigga, fuck rappin'
I got my burner up on stage, I ain't never lackin'
Got 'em mistaken wit' my looks like I ain't 'bout action
These suckers clowns, watered down
I might burst out laughing
Aye
Walking in the party just tucked my glick
Niggas had to hop off the porch like fuck my bitch
Plan B the P, when she burp it sound like my kids
Hit 'em wit' the stick
When we walk he look like my Tris
(Oh my God)
I need a Shay-Shay
Who gone put it in her perm if they search gang
Niggas keep on talking 'bout that drill on JJ
Like, put in some work, get in the field lil baby
Bad bitch get up on the blade, figure 8
I'll break this bow on lil gang if he don't go back
I'll break this bow on lil gang if he don't go back
Pressure busts pipes and makes fashion out of hoe rappers
Yo brother pressed that issue and he died in them CZ's
I ran off on the plug so many times he like GG's
My bitch do whatever I say, I'm Simon in these BB's