Текст песни War Time - Foolio , Surf God

Fuck what you heard about me
Surf a rapper don't be stupid
He neva caught a body
His diamonds fake
Them foreigns rented
Getting fronted prolly
He hang with lames
Man he a stain
Let's put that play down on em
That shit look easy what's the plan

Smacked em in his mouth
Now pussy what you saying
(Bitch)
Run up in yo house for playing Where he laying
(Get down)
An my young dawg keep them cuttas
He trynna shave sum dreads
(Yea)
Talking rec
What his ass expect
Gone die bout what he said
(Gone)

War time in my city
I'm on game
Keep my blicky wit me
(Boom boom boom)
All the opps is broke
Cant make shit
We got they packets empty
(Hahah)
Chicken I get plenty
If I fall
Just know I cleared the semi
(Damn)
Niggas mad we winning
Check the score
An tell em get up wit me
(Goneee)

Diamonds
Round my baby
Everyday she shining
What's the climate
Fly to cali
Just to go buy more attire
Streets on fire
Know I got em lit
Know we down to spin
What's the tip
Brodie got a lick
It hit we gone be rich
(Rich as shit)

Spend that dirty money
On designer clothes
(Yea yea)
Unc said save that bread up
For the finer hoes
(Yea yea)
Can't give that bitch a dime
Wouldn't waste ya
Time if I was broke
(Nah)
Still break ha spine
Then kick her out like adios

You never popped a nigga
Rappers steady cappin in they songs
Back home they not official
(No cap)
Put thirty in this Canik
No nick cannon
I'll get to drumming with you
(Fa fa fa)
Just waiting on the net
To get em stretched
Wont even press the issue
It be the ones who ran
That's out here screaming
How I let Em get you

You ain't a shooter
Boy quit purping
Ain't bout birds
Then why you chirping
Get out the trap if you ain't working
Nigga yea

Still got guys that we gone hurt
Brodie sent one off the earth
So Ima match em after the service nigga yea

War time in my city
I'm on game
Keep my blicky wit me
(Boom boom boom)
All the opps is broke
Cant make shit
We got they packets empty
(Hahah)
Chicken I get plenty
If I fall
Just know I cleared the semi
(Damn)
Niggas mad we winning
Check the score
An tell em get up wit me
(Goneee)

Get up with me (Aye)
Pop out on em
Get it litty
(Glaa Glaa)
Got a glock (Glock)
An my shit
Got a switchy (Switch)

Yea it's that (That)
Boy you broke go rack for rack (Rack)
I will not lack (I won't)
Finesse an jugg serving crack
(Got crack)

We in Atlanta (Atlanta)
Going ghost
Danny phantom (Danny phantom)
I fucked yo bitch
I'm with the shit like a pamper
(Like a pamper)
A stolen choppa (Aye)
I got that bitch way from Tampa
(Tampa)
We hit yo block
We got it like just like some candles
(Glaa Glaa)

Two Rollies on (On)
I'm riding round with my chrome
(With my chrome)
I drop that bag
They on yo ass
Now you gone
(Now you gone)
Confidential
Nah we don't talk on telephones
Like face time
A face shot straight to the dome
(Glaa)

War time in my city
I'm on game
Keep my blicky wit me
(Boom boom boom)
All the opps is broke
Cant make shit
We got they packets empty
(Hahah)
Chicken I get plenty
If I fall
Just know I cleared the semi
(Damn)
Niggas mad we winning
Check the score
An tell em get up wit me
(Goneee)