Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kiddo K
Performer
Doe Boy
Performer
Egonbeup
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kiddo K
Composer
Cotrell Dennard
Songwriter
Kenneth ray alexander
Songwriter
Eric Toddwilliams
Songwriter
Roman Olegovich Mironchenko
Songwriter
Kolby Lieman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Egonbeup
Producer
Andrew Grossman
Mixing Engineer
GrayVues
Producer
SWAM
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
You want war its your choice
You must want to die how you beef with **** in a Rolls Royce
I can send the payment have them sliding send the invoice
Money kid punch in like Floyd
Killers stay on one accord
Not a rapper ima demon poet
[Verse 1]
Want it they go leech your for it
I stay on the move grind to the top you know im reaching for it
They make the wrong move I swear to God Ma ima kill them boys
I tell them run in and they gone breach pounds got many more
We came cross some bows so we can’t sleep
Brodie on the run can’t meet
Really in that field like Deion blick on side I know they creep
Whole gang walk with Christian Dior keep in mind this shit ain’t cheap
AP on top of the Patek Philippe
I am the man my daddy was beast
Want it all can’t settle for least
Top of the class where I aim to be
Seeing people who not what they claim to be
We had dream murders what we came to be
When they come round they see that we one
We run the town them **** some peons
Light up the block like neon
It’s getting cold keep my heat on baby
Tell them freeze like freon
It get dirty 10 o’clock have your heat on
My **** go do what we agreed on mhm
They be only thuggin when the beat on mhm
We wet up the block that they be on
[Chorus]
You want war it your choice
You must want to die how you beef with **** in a Rolls Royce
I can send the payment have them sliding send the invoice
Money kid punch in like Floyd
Killers stay on one accord
Not a rapper ima demon poet
[Verse 2]
Not a rapper im a demon poet
Fuck that rapping got a pistol up your blick and blow it
Ima blow it if I show it I up this bitch it’s going
I up this bitch it’s going singing sound like Lindsay Lohan
Who that creeping up the block told broski watch that car
Reach for my chain shot up the stage I forgot im a star
I let it clap bitch I don't rap like I forgot my bars
He think he hard he bet not start cause this switch don’t pause
Not no fraud im a dog better watch your paws
Came from wearing Hanes now all I wear is Tom Ford draws
Boy this pistol hit like tank I send him shots he fall
Might dig my opp up out the grave so he can watch me ball
Lets go
Oh really
Written by: Cotrell Dennard, Eric Toddwilliams, Kenneth ray alexander, Kiddo K, Kolby Lieman, Roman Olegovich Mironchenko