Lyrics War with Us - King Von , Only The Family

What?
What?
We started this shit, man
Huh?
We started this shit, for real
We on our OTF shit, you heard?
We did

Did a lot of dirt myself, dirty
Thirty on me shooting like Steph Curry
Shells get to running and get wet up, huh
Fall on your ass, won't get up, nah
Bitch I get busy with choppers and glizzies
I'm riding through the city this Glock got no safety
Keep that bitch with me so please do not tempt me
I squeeze 'til it's empty, you thinking you crazy
Bad bitch from another country, foreign
Slammed that girl in the pussy, scoring
Figure I'm on to the next, she boring
Finna pull up on her friend, hoes going
Bands on me, money won't fold, damn
Leprechaun, "Where is me gold?" Bands
Can't catch this drip, you got no hands
I ain't got opps, I got old fans
I be sliding on niggas straight patching them
You ain't wanna die, why you lie with them?
Hopping up outta them Astrovans
Caught your ass, boy, you can't hide from him
We dangerous, too, huh man, smoke 'em like angel dust
Boy, you ain't gang, you a stan, you can't hang with us
Drizzy's on every gang member that came with us
Aim it, just spray at them niggas that ain't with us (Boom)

How you gon' war with a god, a beast?
You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak (Weak)
Boy, we will dust your ass off, we're sweeping
You don't want smoke with my squad, you tweaking (Tweaking)
Tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (Nah)
They don't want a war with us
Nah, tell them niggas they don't want a war with us
Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors
Tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (Nah)
They don't want a war with us
Nah, tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (Nah)
Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors

Whole lotta wild ass shorties, babies
Thirty-five stuffed in a forty, K deep
Nah they don't need no aim, stay up
Hitting niggas up close range, layup
Two hands I'm rocking the metal, I'm hot like the devil
I'll bury your block like a shovel
Hit your ass all on your neck, knock your head on your chest
Look like Olympic gold medals
Switching and swerving through traffic, stop us
I can switch gears on my ratchet, chopper
Boy when we roll up we busting, blocka
Knock all that meat out your fucking taco
Hollow tips spinning like cyclones
Face time a nigga like iPhones
Put a pretty opp bitch in a morgue, huh
Call that bitch drop-dead gorgeous, damn
I'm heartless, bitch, you can call me the tin man
Goin' against me is like crawling through quicksand
Draco be barking and barging through bricks, man
Some call me grandson and some call me hitman (Bitch)
Bitch, some call me hitman (Uh, bitch)
Bitch, some call me hitman (Bitch)
Some call me grandson and some call me hitman (Bitch, bitch)
(But some call me hitman)

How you gon' war with a god, a beast?
You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak (Weak)
Boy, we will dust your ass off, we're sweeping
You don't want smoke with my squad, you tweaking (Tweaking)
Tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (Nah, boy, what?)
They don't want a war with us (What?)
Nah, tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (Nah)
Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors
Tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (Nah)
They don't want a war with us
Nah, tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (Nah)
Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors

Free Boss-T
Free Tre Ride, 3D
Free Bay Man
Free D. Rolls, free Nine
Free Lil Scud
Free 22
Real to real
Fuck the fake
We out
We on our OTF shit, you heard?