F 8 k - Out of here

Give her the dick and I'm out ay ay
Spin up your block I'm a ay ay
We go to war we stay with the poles 
Give her the d and I'm out ay ay
Spin up your block I'm a ay ay
We go to war we want all the smoke

Give her the dick and I'm out of there
Spin up your block I'm a mile away
Blind to this shit you can call me Ray
Shoot up your crib i'll be back again
We go to war we want all the smoke
We go to war we stay with the poles
Yeah yeah
We go to war we want all the smoke

Gone on the percs when I pull up with tecs

Youngin' they fools they gon' put
You on a shirt they gon put blast

Phrzzy went dumb on this beat
Shout the bros they gon kill for this shit
Handle business I could walk on this bitch
Stuck the 40 we known in the streets
If we don't see him we gon shoot up his crib
Gang signs we know ain't crip
We tryna close off your casket
I did a lot, never fucked with no ratchet
Back in the trap with no mattress
Flip it and wrap it then serving em addicts
I couldn't make it to practice
I started rhyming then rapping
I told them dealers don't send it
I told them hittas to weave it
Pulling up dolo I'm with it yeah


Back on my bullshit for real for real

Y'all niggas know how I'm
Coming for real

Nocap
Give her the dick and I'm out of there
Spin up your block I'm a mile away
Blind to this shit you can call me Ray
Shoot up your crib i'll be back again
We go to war we want all the smoke
We go to war we stay with the poles
Yeah yeah
We go to war we want all the smoke

Bring out the choppers we gon' air out this bitch
Pull up on niggas we moving like meech
Back in the trap we be flipping em birds
You niggas never was there
Young bulls be serving em percs
Out here be ducking the feds
I know these bitches ain't shit
Never gon lie on my dick
I'm tryna kill you by fucking your friend
Girl ain't different I'm worst than the rest
Tryna play me then I'm texting your friend
Really I was born with no heart
Fuck up her life, run that shit up to the max
Only got love for these racks
Yeah yeah
Only got love for these racks
We out here

Give her the dick and I'm out of there
Spin up your block I'm a mile away
Blind to this shit you can call me Ray
Shoot up your crib i'll be back again
We go to war we want all the smoke
We go to war we stay with the poles
Yeah yeah
We go to war we want all the smoke

Writers: Oluwafemi Okusanya

Lyrics © DistroKid

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