Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Banger
Manager
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
[Verse 2]
They in my business, they tryna treat me like a menace, they tryna turn me down
You know I'm different, I'm walking around with my skinnies, I'm Saint Laurent down
Saying, "He stable", that **** had got off the table, so we had to calm down
Come to the 'Raq with a rack, you think I'm dramatic, you **** get shot down
Went outta town, they say I had a warrant for a murder, that shit gotta die down
I'm like ta-da, **** had put up his work, that **** had got down
Can't hide no body around, can't hide no thotty around 'cause **** gon' bail out
When he was ballin', I had to go sit down and wait on my turn before we had fell out
And I was standin' my ground, I ain't have nobody around, I'm fightin' assault
I had a deadly weapon, I had a Smith and Weston, but I got caught
I got Sam for all my cases, you know damn well he gettin' me off
Better do hair and nails, you better go pull off a scam to get me out
I done did street shit to a street **** and every time I ain't get caught
I had a best friend with a best friend, she a lesbian, I thought
I got my gas in, I went to the Westin, I ain't go to the Trump
Keep it a buck, I was just listenin' to Gucci and Jeezy, I ain't listen to Pump
[Verse 3]
You a killer, you ride with wolves, why you tell 'em we not into it?
Park the car, they gon' jump out the door, catch you slippin', you get a reward
And they snatching my people for it, got the keys, Alicia know it
Geekin', addy up, hitting the wood, in that 'Cat with the Drac' out the door
[Chorus]
Wow, wow, wow
Why you tellin' **** we into it?
Why you tellin' **** we going to war?
I don't even know about them boys (Wow, wow, wow)
Nah, we ain't tryna squash no wars
We ain't tryna make peace with them boys
**** know what they did and they (Wow, wow, wow)
Whenever it's war, then you gotta move
You send in your homie, you caught on the news
And I don't even talk, I'm so confused (Wow, wow, wow)
You getting indicted from the computer
I don't even talk about no rumors
I pay rent, they're my shooters (Wow, wow, wow)
[Verse 4]
In the trenches, you don't get a scholarship
A delivery, you sold to the cop or some
You a member, you hop in the car with them
Chase some hoes, you know I ain't gon' bother them
On parole, on the road with my partner 'nem
You reload, reload, get outta there
He ain't got it, you know that he outta there
Inside the track, it's a red car
No cap, and I'm rappin' my ass off
Sippin' a four with my pants off, making me feel like a grandpa
You can go have you a shootout, don't mean you ain't a killer 'cause you ain't gon' land one
**** be bringin' up pushin', be around bushes, I'ma go lay in one
**** be pussy, bringin' up shit they ain't do, that's why I don't be saying nun'
Back in the day, with his mask and his MAC in his lap, we ain't totin' no handgun
Back in the day, with his head in his lap from the MAC, I went to Cancun
I didn't report last time I went to court, I took my last room
Hop on the back of the Benji, I want some candy
When you be bringin' up high speed, you need a red key
I'm the type to hop on a flight with a warrant, you gotta catch me
I'm the type to pop me a pill with a orange juice, don't catch me
[Chorus]
Wow, wow, wow
Why you tellin' **** we into it?
Why you tellin' **** we going to war?
I don't even know about them boys (Wow, wow, wow)
Nah, we ain't tryna squash no wars
We ain't tryna make peace with them boys
**** know what they did and they (Wow, wow, wow)
Whenever it's war, then you gotta move
You send in your homie, you cut on the news
And I don't even talk, I'm so confused (Wow, wow, wow)
You gettin' indicted from the computer
I don't even talk about no rumors
I pay rent, they in my shoes (Wow, wow, wow)
[Outro]
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
Written by: ChopSquad DJ, Darrell Jackson, Joseph Carrillo, Lil Durk, Niles Wave, Zinedyne Brek