Yavi DG - Wartime
[Intro: Yavi DG]
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah ()
Grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, boom
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, boom
[Verse 1: Yavi DG]
Oh, you ready for war?
Walkin' out to the store the easiest way to end up on the floor
I start the wave, now they hoppin' aboard
How many bodies they hop in a score?
I let it rain on this block 'til it pour
I sweep 'em up like I'm doing a chore
You double back, bullets go through the door
Like, he could've lived, but it went through the wall
I let it clap like a round of applause
I don't got the knock, thеn I'm breakin' his jaw
Only time that I ricked, whеn I ran from the law
I seen him first, he ain't seen what I saw
This gun get to barkin', I'm lettin' it off
I draw a line, he get slimed if he cross
When I slide with the Jet, I'm with [?] and Floss
Quickdraw from the hip, do it fast when I toss
Like, you could get slimed if you not from the 4th
[Verse 2: JB Savage & ]
Bitch, I'ma leave him if I blow
He cannot run, like, he cannot get low
Like, this gun got a beam with a scope
If he run, I'ma blow
Word to bro, I took trips to the O
Like, where the jiggies? I don't know
Do him like Noah, stomp him on the floor
If he jack E4Notti, then he gettin' poked (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Verse 3: Yavi DG]
Bullets the size of the bombs in Iran
Brand new Glock, ain't never jam
I catch a body, then fly to Japan
I get to shootin' and shit, I'm like, "Damn"
Look how they run, but they cap on the 'Gram
He caught one, started touchin' the land
No, he couldn't get up, got shot in his hand
No, this not Amiri, this a different brand
No, this not the Butta, this a different strand
No, I'm not your brother, I'm a different man
I slide the door, then I hop out the van
I could've flicked, but the fuck nigga ran
I ain't have a mask, gotta watch for the cams
Like, don't make a move, better watch for your hands
Like, take the watch and the bread out his pants
Like, grab the chain 'cause that's five hundred grams
Cartier gold frame with the lens
Hop in the car, take the keys to the Benz
We get away, make it back with my friends
Go to the jeweler, cash out with the gang (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Verse 4: JB Savage & ]
Word to bro, I took trips to the S
Like, damn, I was tryna flock at his friend
Ask Loso, he really ran on his mans
Too slimed out, I'm tryna bend back again
He throw a shot, then I throw more than ten
Brand new Glock and this bitch got a lens
He tried to run, put the dot on his head
Why these niggas keep mentionin' deads?
DrillyGang, let it bang on the Sev
I ain't have a V, had to hop off a peg
When I'm spinnin' with Yavi, we makin' a mess
Headtap, Nazzy got left on the Sev
[Verse 5: Yavi DG]
Deep thoughts, I'm thinkin' 'bout my deads
Like, I'm bendin' through blocks, gettin' back for my mans
Glocks, nines, .40s, and TECs
But the 3D shit green, I see blue, he see red
Nigga, 48, lil' nigga thought he was Jet?
Thirty shots in the clip, get to throwin' like Steph
Up the Glock and get back, then I press
I'm on my stomp, if you know we gon' step
[Outro: Yavi DG]
Like I'll never settle for less
And how many times we done bent through the west? (Grrah, grrah)
Like they know we do it the best (Grrah, grrah)
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah ()
Grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, boom
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, boom
[Verse 1: Yavi DG]
Oh, you ready for war?
Walkin' out to the store the easiest way to end up on the floor
I start the wave, now they hoppin' aboard
How many bodies they hop in a score?
I let it rain on this block 'til it pour
I sweep 'em up like I'm doing a chore
You double back, bullets go through the door
Like, he could've lived, but it went through the wall
I let it clap like a round of applause
I don't got the knock, thеn I'm breakin' his jaw
Only time that I ricked, whеn I ran from the law
I seen him first, he ain't seen what I saw
This gun get to barkin', I'm lettin' it off
I draw a line, he get slimed if he cross
When I slide with the Jet, I'm with [?] and Floss
Quickdraw from the hip, do it fast when I toss
Like, you could get slimed if you not from the 4th
[Verse 2: JB Savage & ]
Bitch, I'ma leave him if I blow
He cannot run, like, he cannot get low
Like, this gun got a beam with a scope
If he run, I'ma blow
Word to bro, I took trips to the O
Like, where the jiggies? I don't know
Do him like Noah, stomp him on the floor
If he jack E4Notti, then he gettin' poked (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Verse 3: Yavi DG]
Bullets the size of the bombs in Iran
Brand new Glock, ain't never jam
I catch a body, then fly to Japan
I get to shootin' and shit, I'm like, "Damn"
Look how they run, but they cap on the 'Gram
He caught one, started touchin' the land
No, he couldn't get up, got shot in his hand
No, this not Amiri, this a different brand
No, this not the Butta, this a different strand
No, I'm not your brother, I'm a different man
I slide the door, then I hop out the van
I could've flicked, but the fuck nigga ran
I ain't have a mask, gotta watch for the cams
Like, don't make a move, better watch for your hands
Like, take the watch and the bread out his pants
Like, grab the chain 'cause that's five hundred grams
Cartier gold frame with the lens
Hop in the car, take the keys to the Benz
We get away, make it back with my friends
Go to the jeweler, cash out with the gang (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Verse 4: JB Savage & ]
Word to bro, I took trips to the S
Like, damn, I was tryna flock at his friend
Ask Loso, he really ran on his mans
Too slimed out, I'm tryna bend back again
He throw a shot, then I throw more than ten
Brand new Glock and this bitch got a lens
He tried to run, put the dot on his head
Why these niggas keep mentionin' deads?
DrillyGang, let it bang on the Sev
I ain't have a V, had to hop off a peg
When I'm spinnin' with Yavi, we makin' a mess
Headtap, Nazzy got left on the Sev
[Verse 5: Yavi DG]
Deep thoughts, I'm thinkin' 'bout my deads
Like, I'm bendin' through blocks, gettin' back for my mans
Glocks, nines, .40s, and TECs
But the 3D shit green, I see blue, he see red
Nigga, 48, lil' nigga thought he was Jet?
Thirty shots in the clip, get to throwin' like Steph
Up the Glock and get back, then I press
I'm on my stomp, if you know we gon' step
[Outro: Yavi DG]
Like I'll never settle for less
And how many times we done bent through the west? (Grrah, grrah)
Like they know we do it the best (Grrah, grrah)
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