Warzone lyrics

[INTRO]
Word to my mother


[VERSE: Humble Gz]
n*ggas screaming out everything dead
When they run into us, now they wanna be friends
Like keep my knock up off one in the head
Shot out to Style he caught one to the head
Man f*ck Nick Blixk but y'all heard what I said
When I spin in the feel I see everything red
My b*tch my ooter, Jamaican with dreads
And it's free Nicky Grah, bro he's stuck in the feds
Look headshot we not aiming for legs like
You can talk all the sh*t on the net like
And my demons they riding for the set
n*gga freedom got shot, hе was yelling my leg
Look how you ootin and play for the bеnch
Everyone in the T knows whats up with the Drench
Like If you lack then we leaving you stretched
I can't go out like Breezy, as dumb as I left
Look move tact
Like when I up it you better move back
Like bro said if they shooting shoot back
And I'm smoking on Boomer, Drizzy, Jah, Black
Like outside theres a whole lot of straps
Boy I dare you too spin we gon' make a new pack
Me and Tazzo like Kobe and Shaq
He gon' blitz through the front, Imma blitz through the back
[VERSE: Tazzo B]
We on go, Whats the word?
You spin I spin n*gga we taking turns
All the opps never learn
Look at your mans n*gga dead in the dirt
Like and y'all ain't even get back yet
That sh*t don't sit right with me either
Bet y'all thought I was down for the count hah
I probably just needed a breather
Breezy lack for a sweat and got a PD'd
You talking on Queezy bet you dying to meet em
Opp treesh tryna line up here people
Just send addy b*tch, don't you lie to me either
Gang be geeking, heard they needed a sequel
Me and you can never be equals b*tch
Cause I'm in the field for real
Ain't just an image Im down for my migos
It was two six of us now it's trios
Like monopoly b*tch I get three O's
If we coming just now that its 3 poles
If I knock it's cause you looked through that peep hole
I'm a menace my heart always free o
If I'm going I'm coming illegal
I took over the hood and then made it great
Now labels looking at my people
[VERSE: QG Meer]
They don't appreciate us till it's gone
Not a shooter, look at his form
Opps standing was never the norm
Look, stop, when it starts rip through his
Arm through his chest, better get a vest
Like better yet, ride out for your set
Chopper make a mess, hollows dig the vest
Like I think that I'm depressed
It get wicked when he died
He didn't get stalked so a n*gga got shook
I ain't gon lie
Her pus*y got me hooked
They be happy to see my n*ggas booked
n*ggas be cappin have a license for the book
Can't remember how much stains n*ggas took
Like stop don't run
Yeah I click but I'm not done
Threw like 10 we used to do this for fun
He dropped the hat then run grah
She like the feeling inside
With Tazzo and Humble I know they gon ride
Look and then she got me sick
Tired of these b*tches thinking that it's slick
And none of these n*ggas ever made it lit
And four of them n*ggas rolled up in a spliff
And some of these clowns out here talking hits
If that ain't q I be ready to blitz
Slide through the floss is as fun as it gets
Pulled me up that sh*t got me twisted
f*cked up, I hope they spin
Damn why be all up in the sinning with nothing less than 10
I'm send more than 10 damn