Art of War lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
Alright, alright
KrispyLife, n*gga
You know what the f*ck goin' on
Ayy

[Verse]
What's around my motherf*ckin' neck? A treasure chest
Ridin' down 6 Mile with a vest and a TEC
I ain't looking for no opps, just safe not to be next
I remember I got shot four times and ate that sh*t
When I healed, linked with dawg baby mama
Guess what she did? She ate that di*k
She faced that di*k, she raped that di*k
She take that di*k, she took that di*k
But Tizzle, I'm tryna take some green back to Flint
Was gettin' head in the Jeep Cherokee behind tint
Hit dawg in his back tryna run, climb a fence
My b*tch really hard with this nosy sh*t, can't hide sh*t
Gettin' off, I'm gettin' pills gone
To a white fan that look like Primo
Can't be in no relationship if she ain't got deep throat
Came up in a year, I got the cheat code
What turn me up is f*ckin' on these freak hoes
I just got the pus*y off a pint of Titos
I ain't buy the b*tch no food, just some Cheetos
I done slid down an opp's block, now the street gone
Shootin' this motherf*ckin' K like it's B-roll
Hit a n*gga, make him disappear, like poof, be gone
Hit a n*gga up close, real close, now his tee gone
Hit him in his D jersey, now the tee gone
n*gga try to run off, boom, now his feet gone
Caught him up— now his cheat gone
sh*t
You ain't gettin' paid for seven days, in a week whole
Damn, that mean he got a whole job
Okay, okay, stop playin', let's go
n*gga got a job at motherf*ckin' Taco Bell
If you see me out, b*tch, you better hop on shells
Dog must've smoked crack, think I got Wock' on sale
He's on—
He doin'
He doin', he doin', he f*ckin' with the—
He—
Or somethin'
If he think I got Wock' on sale
Come on, Danny
If you walkin' with my section, gotta have at least a dub on you
f*ck around, disrespect, put the club on you
You a flunky, got pulled over, threw the drugs on you
My b*tch crazy, ever run you over, put the lugs on you
You can die with your firearm, f*ck what gun on me
Have a lightskin n*gga pop out, put big bun on him
One more time
Damn, man
I ain't gon' lie, Dan
Hold on, keep it goin', f*ck it, I'ma catch it again
Fat lightskin' pop out and put Big Pun on you
I ain't never met [?]— hold on
I ain't never made me cannon, but I'll put the drums on you
Alright
I heard your b*tch broke, you and her need to put some fun on me, alright, f*ck
I heard you and your b*tch broke, I'ma have to put some funds on you
Ooh
I'm playin' with my— I shot him, put the gun—
I'm playin' with the strap and I shot him, that was fun—
Playin' with the strap and I shot him, I put fun on him