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I Declare War!
by 387 Smelly
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Tell them niggas pop outside we in the hood for real
I just tapped in with unk , he got the goodest deals
Made a bitch toes curl up, that's how good it feels
Soon as the hollow hit his head, it's a instant kill
Leave his head over the hills, shit a nigga like me over that bad head over heels
I get a pussy nigga dropped bout my dollar bills
Tell they ass to catch me outside like I'm on Dr. Phil
Keep on asking if I know MB gone ride, bitch I know he will
Stand over his ass and let off five, bitch it's overkill
Left him on the side of the lodge like he was road kill
Bitch I'm steady taxin' through the hard times, I don't do no deals
Cuffs tweaked off for the perks, he don't need no pills
Catch the opps riding, 30's leave his ass with no wheels
Unc at the store, sayin' look out for me
I had to hit his ass with the un-un, I ain't got no bills
Like, hell no, I ain't got no change
On the block going strain for strain with my nigga Dave
Nigga keep on tryna play then put him in the game
Hit his ass with his lil Uzi like I love the rage
Make his ass bite down on this stick like a sugar cane
He left his girl at home but she so thick that bitch shoulda came
Bitch I'm quick to bust like I'm bishop from Juice but this that minute man
Hit his ass with that lemon squeeze and make lemonade
Oh you big dawg right
If a nigga play tomorrow, I'm gon' get him gone tonight
Just for pillow talking, I'm gon' make a nigga sleep tight
When that alarm sound you get up and you hear that beep right
Pop out middle of the night and put the beam to his eyes
When my nigga Freddy asked how many nights I said five
Cause we animals, they thought that we was soft but we alive
Pop out in Miami, six in the clip and one in the head like my name Kyle
I spy a opp bitch, I'm finna walk him down
Load up the striker bitch, we finna slide now
Ring around the rosie till they all fall down
Ask why my eyes red, bitch it's all in the pounds
It's a hollow tip, it ain't nothin' in the round
Say that boy get tough as hell when his cousin nem around
Bitch if I declare a war it ain't no tuggin' shit around
Lil' stick hold them big bitches, luggin' shit around
Tell them niggas pop outside we in the hood for real
I just tapped in with unk , he got the goodest deals
Made a bitch toes curl up, that's how good it feels
Soon as the hollow hit his head, it's a instant kill
Leave his head over the hills, shit a nigga like me over that bad head over heels
I get a pussy nigga dropped bout my dollar bills
Tell they ass to catch me outside like I'm on Dr. Phil
Keep on asking if I know MB gone ride, bitch I know he will
Stand over his ass and let off five, bitch it's overkill
Left him on the side of the lodge like he was road kill
Bitch I'm steady taxin' through the hard times, I don't do no deals
Cuffs tweaked off for the perks, he don't need no pills
Catch the opps riding, 30's leave his ass with no wheels
Unc at the store, sayin' look out for me
I had to hit his ass with the un-un, I ain't got no bills
Like, hell no, I ain't got no change
On the block going strain for strain with my nigga Dave
Nigga keep on tryna play then put him in the game
Hit his ass with his lil Uzi like I love the rage
Make his ass bite down on this stick like a sugar cane
He left his girl at home but she so thick that bitch shoulda came
Bitch I'm quick to bust like I'm bishop from Juice but this that minute man
Hit his ass with that lemon squeeze and make lemonade
Oh you big dawg right
If a nigga play tomorrow, I'm gon' get him gone tonight
Just for pillow talking, I'm gon' make a nigga sleep tight
When that alarm sound you get up and you hear that beep right
Pop out middle of the night and put the beam to his eyes
When my nigga Freddy asked how many nights I said five
Cause we animals, they thought that we was soft but we alive
Pop out in Miami, six in the clip and one in the head like my name Kyle
I spy a opp bitch, I'm finna walk him down
Load up the striker bitch, we finna slide now
Ring around the rosie till they all fall down
Ask why my eyes red, bitch it's all in the pounds
It's a hollow tip, it ain't nothin' in the round
Say that boy get tough as hell when his cousin nem around
Bitch if I declare a war it ain't no tuggin' shit around
Lil' stick hold them big bitches, luggin' shit around
