paroles de chanson War - Fmb Dz

You want war nigga pop off
Talkin crazy get yo fuckin mouth shot off
Catch his ass in traffic get blocked off
For that chicken ill add a lil hot sauce
I just popped 2 perks and i threw up
Ill get a nigga house blew up
I ride around with chop sticks i don't give 2 fucks
All white lookin like the Ku Klux
Ill put em on yo ass you actin to tough
Cock the chopper back and tell my mans to scoot up
Talkin crazy on west we gon' boot up
Caught stumblin on my line he wanna shoot up
Need some work come see me i need top dollar
Niggas say he want beef i let that Glock holla
You can holla at DT for the rockweiller
I be down the way under the radar
Just bought a box of 223's for my AR
Tell them boys to get a bag what up JR
Baby choppa in the car you know it's not far
That Glock ain't got no safety better play smart
When I throw em they gon stick like we play darts
I ain't graduate but bitch i got them street smarts
I told my niggas that we all equal thats that meech talk
Yeah Fast Money Boys
Pull up on yo block make hella noise
Fast Money Boys pull up on yo block gon make shhhhhh