WAR Lyrics by okgutta
I never would hide from a nigga, if you wanna go to war, let’s get—
I never would hide from a nigga, if you wanna go to war, let’s get—
I-I-I never would hide from a nigga, if you wanna go to war, let’s get it
John Gutta would never do beef with a nigga, I put chicken upon yo skillet
(Sworn to the 5) My life been turnt up in the GLE, the road get burnt up (Uh-huh)
(Sworn to the 5) My life been turnt up in the GLE, the road get burnt up (Uh-huh)
(S-S-S-S-Sworn to the 5) My life been turnt up in the GLE, the road get burnt up (Uh-huh)
(Sworn to the 5) My life been turnt up in the GLE, the road get burnt up (Uh-huh)
(I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I came up for real, nigga, I came up for real, nigga; SHITBAGGER)
I’m in the water, I splash on shit like a carp
My lil’ niggas hit your block on feet with XD’s, spin like cars (Yeah)
I gotta flex on them hoes who thought that I never would make it this far (Uh-huh)
I don’t do that Instagram posting shit, if you live that life, let’s ball (What?)
I never would hide from a nigga, if you wanna go to war, let’s get it
John Gutta would never do beef with a nigga, I put chicken upon yo skillet
I would never go hungry again, my whole gang ride in machines like pistons (Uh-huh)
I gotta watch who I eat with, niggas out here masking up they intentions
My pockets are stuffed up, 3K for lunch, I’mma make sure they get they nutrition (I came up for real, nigga)
I’m a 5 Trench Mobster, tryna go drop some, leave your shirt wet like Willie
Five guns in the F-150, I’m strapped up, riding ’round like hillbillies (Uh-huh)
I just put Baby Glo in the backwood and blew to the face, I’m not smoking no phillies
(Sworn to the 5) My life been turnt up in the GLE, the road get burnt up (Uh-huh)
(Sworn to the 5) My life been turnt up in the GLE, the road get burnt up (Uh-huh)
(S-S-S-S-Sworn to the 5) My life been turnt up in the GLE, the road get burnt up (Uh-huh)
(Sworn to the 5) My life been turnt up in the GLE, the road get burnt up (Uh-huh)
(I I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I came up for real, nigga; SHITBAGGER)
Bend the corner tryna skir-irt some, all my opps pussy, never hurt none
Booted off a Jigga, tryna murk some, I hit you and your mans with the same gun
I’m the type of nigga buy the whole store if I like it, you niggas is broke dirty bums
In a all white Audi, I’m 3K with 3K’s, tryna go get niggas hung
Every time I SHITBAG Glo beats, it remind me of how Baby Glo got done
Tell a bitch I’m the real Grim Reaper, a soul got snatched when my phone just rung
I think I need my lean on prescription, these dead niggas making me cough up a lung
I never would hide from a nigga, if you wanna go to war, let’s g—
I never would hide from a nigga, if you wanna go to war, let’s g—
I never would hide from a nigga, if you wanna go to war, let’s get it
John Gutta would never do beef with a nigga, I put chicken upon yo skillet