Art of War

Name a opp block

I ain't spin

We go opp shot

Car got tints

Pull up the opp block

Wit 2 jits

We get the opp drop

We movin in

Get a opp drop, yeah

I make a opp n**** heart drop

Yeah, the boy play hard

But he really cop

Got pipe in this s***

Lil bruh, stop

Ain't s*** nun changed

I'm the same n****

And I'm out nighttime

Wit them grave diggas

Tried to spin on this hood

You a brave n****

N****, f yo gun

We don't save n****s

And the stick got wood

We don't graze n****s

Walk down by myself

I don't pay n****s

Call this s*** Art of War

Yeah, we paint n****s

Call this s*** Art of War

But I'm a gang member

N*** fuck 3-10

S*** gettin' torched

Pull up, spin they block in a stolen Porsche

Deliver the smoke to they front porch

Twin jit put they drop in a GPS

Got killed with his stick real disrespect

Down bad, know we spin for that fn check

Kel tec got grip, f*** a dime bag

Caught that boy at the roof we just doubled back

Caught that boy tryna come out the room

Yeah, we sweep up they block

All the glocks go vroom

Fully piece, semi stick big boom

Parking lot action, caught a big dude

Called his folks yeah, we caught him too

I swear it's up, and it's stuck with a n****

Hell nah, I don't wanna talk to you dude

I swear on Instagram they be trolling like hell

But in real life, yeah, they know what we do

Oh, it's smoke? Yeah, it's smoke with me too

Tell my daddy you ain't gotta worry bout that

They'll die if they say something to you

Yeah, a n**** would die

I done popped so many of these n****s

You forget when time go by