War Baby

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Yo Vicky

Simo Fre just killed this

Gas station, dirty up the soda bottle

When I won over your love, I thought I hit the lotto

I say, through the mud, I had to walk, nobody followed

Just found some broken Fendi goggles and my red eye (Skrrt, red eye)

Poured out a broken Henny bottle for the dead guys (Dead guys)

10.27, my whole roster duckin' fed' time

We be steady steppin', wet they block up, make the headline

Glocks and Smith & Wessons

All my weapons came with led lights

Hundred thousand dollars on the necklace shine, no headlight

I just got a feti' for that fetish

Chase them dead guys

I know she wonder why I vanish

I had to to get my head right

I'm at war, baby, it ain't no right or wrong (I'm at war, baby)

She always ask me why do I be in the streets and clutchin' chrome?

Uh, ambulance truck, not tryna see them bust my dome

Okay, okay, I just wish they leave me 'lone

Before I signed a deal, I kinda wished that I had mattered

You know Lil Tim, he shoot to kill, we let some shots off at whoever

Big ratchet in my pants, I do my dance with my Beretta

We bust straight static at your mans, we put him up, bitch, I'm the Devil

Homicidal thought, bled on the streets and not a stretcher

All this mud on my feet, baby, I'm nothin' like the rest

That one wrong move'll get you shot

I pray to God I'm not next up

My pain run deeper than the deepest and you got the best of it

Just lay on my chest hon'

Just found some broken Fendi goggles and my red eye (Skrrt, red eye)

Poured out a broken Henny bottle for the dead guys (Dead guys)

10.27, my whole roster duckin' fed' time

We be steady steppin', wet they block up, make the headline

Glocks and Smith & Wessons

All my weapons came with led lights

Hundred thousand dollars on the necklace shine, no headlight

I just got a feti' for that fetish

Chase them dead guys

I know she wonder why I vanish

I had to to get my head right