Drake - War

Woi-oi, ayy

I don't cop things for resale
Don't do iCloud, don't do email
Feds wanna tap up man and wire up man like Chubbs did Detail
Back when Ricky was doin' up Teesdale
I was doin' dinner with Teezy
I didn't trust no one, swore gyal lined me 'cause gyal too greazy
Niko never move neeky, sweatsuit Nike, sweatsuit DG
If man get beaky, ring ring, call up GiGi, do him up neatly
Used to look up to a man from certain ends with tune on repeat
Thought he was a bad boy then 'til man got pinched and man went PC
Man went PC just like Dell and Windows, some man been those
Before I was ever around Kendall's
I was at ends though, dreamin' up Enzos
The woman I do end up with has to be a bad gyal just like Munchie
Can't have no pretentious ting when I know this road gets bumpy
Word to the broski Jay, he got different names in different countries
Three waps in the whip, and we beat that case
Where man live way too comfy
I don't do well with people makin' disses or makin' threats
Woi-oi, man got flown like private jets, for way, way less
I know you tryna get one down on us
Ever since then it's been stressed
'Cause you know the reps dem owe you one and we always pay them debts
Wassa, wassa, just like the crodie Pressa
I don't do no passa
Link with Scull and Cuz and Jamie ah yard and we deh pon Gaza
Pasha Sasha pissed, I was way too young at the time for slashings
You niggas spend too much time on captions
Not enough time on action
Pick one man with slaps that's rappin'
I bet he don't want no clashings
The LV pouch on chest is just for fashion, niggas just actin'
Are you dumb or stupid?
The wheels on the Rolls is Chromazz, headshot domazz
Just checked in, now the hotel floor that we on got potent aromas
OVOXO link up, mandem drink up, me and the drillers
Hawk and Sticks and Cash and Baka, Gucci, P, and Gilla
And the boy that sound like he sang on Thriller
You know that's been my nigga
Yeah, we just had to fix things
Family, 6ix tings, we can't split up
As for the rest of the game
I'll do man dirty, man'll get two time
To me, that's just our side
I don't really care who rides on whose side
Bring ten shots to the poolside
Never seen none of these grown men outside
4301 won't spare no one
Niggas gotta know about Southside
Steppin' outta line, get outlined
And you know I'm tied up stateside
Ringin' man down when they take sides
Tryna get saved by the bell like Bayside
Prince, I carry that last name
That shit stays on me like brand names
Jas just lined up brand new hand tings and nice guy on a madting
Everyone I know has code names
Anyone I'm beefin' with is a no name
Niggas can't even win home games
They just gotta fall in line like Soul Train

Ayy, yeah

Writers: Aubrey Graham , Manalla Yusuf

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