Lyrics World War XXIV - Daymonn

Boy I been outside nigga ion know what you talkin bout
Ion be doin nun of them interviews n shit
All that shi fake nigga, All you fake gang gangsters
Igh

You think you a bully, I run with them bullies my self
We got FN's that melt
He was thinkin with his dick, and the hoe sent the lo
So we slid with that blrrr put his face on the shelf
Im known that nigga so mad, he didn't get a nut
Cuz we put that ass to a belt
You thinkin you sliming this season
You try to slime me, I'm thrown yo head in the sewer
Get off yo ass n go get you sum money
If you learning of me, You gone shoot up the score
You never seen lazy in me, I just went to the bank
Ian get me enough, finna pick up some more
If my homies outside then you know that I am
And I'm standing front line, like he started a war
We been spinning his block till we locate his car
Oh, we shot at his car he got killed in a ford

Got ate up by a foreign lil bitch she a demon
Got drink in my system I'm swerving I'm speeding
Ion care bout your status, no pictures I mean it
If you ain't talkin bout money my nigga I'm leavin
He what? We left him on the ground he bleeding
These HP'S hit em so gawd dam hard he's seizing
That nigga can't breathe he's wheezing
Sent his ass straight to God and make him believe it
Put up ina sprinter van deep, A1 untied on my feet
But nigga they black
Nigga you know what that mean, if I get mad
You might just wanna get back
He at the cook out with his family don't shoot at no kids
But yes I will be comin right back
Lately I smoke out a P
I barely can breathe my lungs are turning all black

In fact I'm bout to spark up right now
Eh that's some good shi ha
Fuck you niggas ha

You think you a bully, I run with them bullies my self
We got FN's that melt
He was thinkin with his dick, and the hoe sent the lo
So we slid with that blrrr put his face on the shelf
Im known that nigga so mad, he didn't get a nut
Cuz we put that ass to a belt
You thinkin you sliming this season
You try to slime me, I'm thrown yo head in the sewer
Get off yo ass n go get you sum money
If you learning of me, You gone shoot up the score
You never seen lazy in me, I just went to the bank
Ian get me enough, finna pick up some more
If my homies outside then you know that I am
And I'm standing front line, like he started a war
We been spinning his block till we locate his car
Oh, we shot at his car he got killed in a ford
Ganger