If Det Mean War! lyrics

[Intro]
And my momma in the hood, got the fire on me (Fire)
I ain't going back, n*gga, why you lying on me (Lying)
Let a pus*y n*gga try me then it's off homie (Nah)
I was stuck up in the chain, yah, I was real lonely (And1)
Let a pus*y n*gga try me then it's my mom told me (Yah)
And she try to bring me down like she don't love me (Nah)
Hit her up one time f*cked up homie (Yah)
And these Glock shine like a damn trophy (Yah)
Yah, yah, yah
[It's DJ GREN8DE]
And I'm sipping on that Glock right here

[Verse]
We been taking n*ggas off with the mask off (Mask off)
In the trap house, tryna get them packs off (Packs off)
And I wish a n*gga would try to act out (Yah)
n*gga say that he killing but he capped out (Capped out)
But that n*gga real pus*y, tryna' shake up (Shake up)
And my b*tch bad, she don't need no makeup
Put the glizzy to his ass and make him cake up (Cake up)
And y'all n*ggas hoes, I don't wanna make up (Hell nah)
But once she f*cking with Lil Glokk, we gone break up (Yah)
And you know Lil 40 had to get his pape' up (No cap)
Get those pints in the trap then we double up (Yah)
If you call me one time, getting f*cked up (f*cked up)
I ain't never been a n*gga for no hoe sh*t (Nah)
n*ggas b*tching, man, these n*ggas ain't gone blow sh*t (Naw)
We been stomping n*ggas out on that Woah sh*t (Woah)
And those crackers put my uncle on that coke, b*tch (Cold)
Red flag, I ain't going for no hoe sh*t (Hell nah)
I ain't finna stop now, we want more sh*t (More)
And that n*gga talk me down like a joke, b*tch (Joke)
And you say you got carbine 5s, yeen' post sh*t (Nah)
And my momma in the hood, got the fire on me (Fire)
I ain't going back, n*gga, why you lying on me (Lying)
Let a pus*y n*gga try me then it's on, homie (Nah)
I was stuck up in the chain, yah, I was real lonely (And1)
Let a pus*y n*gga try me then it's my mom told me (Yah)
And she try to bring me down like she don't love me (Nah)
Hit her up one time f*cked up homie (Yah)
And these Glocks shine like a damn trophy (Yah)
And these pus*y n*ggas really try to rat on me (What)
And these pus*y n*ggas don't even wanna slide on me (Slide)
Keep that Glock in the back, keep that fye on me (Fye)
And I watch a n*gga back like I'm really solid (On god)
Need a hunnid' band to get out of the projects (Yah)
And I whip the f*cking bowl like a Pyrex (Pyrex)
b*tch, I'm rolling up this wood and I need silence
And I'm smoking on Biscotti, you can't try this (Try this)
Y'all n*ggas do the same thang (Yah)
Talking to a n*gga like a n*gga gang gang (Yah)
You a b*tch, you ain't go through the same pain (Yah)
What the f*ck, I ain't hanging with no f*cking lames (Hell nah)
EBG Band Gang, we don't play games (Games)
Run up on a pus*y n*gga, bet I take his chain (Yah)
And his ass got popped cause his chain lame (Lame)
pus*y n*gga better stay away my gang gang (Yah)
n*gga switching on the gang cause they used to it (Yah)
You ain't f*ck with a n*gga, you was real fluent (Yah)
And she start getting pape' cause she seen me do it (On god)
And that n*gga want some smoke, we been getting to it (Yah)
I ain't leaving from the bitty cause I'm stuck to it (Yah)
And I get them packs off cause we get them moving
And my side b*tch kinda treated like a doofus
And nobody really f*cking with me cause I'm ruthless, gang
[Outro]
On my mama, n*gga (Yeah, where he at?)
Oh, yah, moving around with that fye, yah (You ain't talm bout Glocks you ain't talm 'bout nun, motherf*cker)
Man, I got lil' buddy by my side, that fye