War-RE-AKT aka Jimi Star Swagga/Roddy Bo/Stag

War (feat. Roddy Bo & Stag) - RE-AKT aka Jimi Star Swagga Feat. gino marley & sd [Hook : Fredo Santana] First ni**a gettin' tough, gettin' trunk I got that 30 in my pocket, wassup 300 swoll in the club, get stunk A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't lettin' up Don’t nan ni**a, want war with us Don’t nan ni**a, want war with us Don’t nan ni**a, want war with us A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't letting up [Verse 1 : Fredo Santana] A couple shots gettin' fired, we ain't letting up Grab a choppa, grab a tech, grab erythang Kill erythang. On erythang Yeah them 30s and them Glocks, yeah we tote those Foo Foo a** niggas, we expose those Call my hood niggas up about a stain tho Sit down, plot about it, then we take it down Anybody move, or make sound Couple bodies drop, from them choppa rounds Everyday is Halloween, I got my mask out All my niggas savages don't make a spazz out Tadoe on it and he got the *****in' 40 on ‘em If a ni**a want beef I send my shorties on em Yeah that life *****, I'mma bout that Catch a ni**a snoozing, push his cap back Yeah that life *****, I'mma bout that [Hook] [Verse 2 : SD] I’m a monster we be takin' sh*t (yahh) We gorilla a** niggas don’t want war wit' us (nah) A lot fans don’t need a guard (uhuh) And I got a lot a niggas ***** a entourage (yahh) High as ***** I’m coolin' with the stars (chillin) Chillin' with them benny's ***** I’m close to mars (gone) We sacked up then he get robbed (wahhh) I’m a flashy a** ni**a I don’t need a job (nahh) Couple racks on ya head ni**a (yahh) Keep that tucked and you would be a dead ni**a (bwahh) You want war keep yah back yard (rahh) Them niggas stupid just tryin' on camouflage (fugazi) I’m addicted to the kush ni**a (loud) I’m a drug addict pill poppin' hood ni**a (let’s get it) Too much money for a war wit' us (yahh) GBE ***** it’s only us (3hunna) [Hook] [Verse 3 : Gino Marley] Group a wild niggas blood hound niggas When it comes to stains we take down niggas Ki's and pounds ni**a hit the ground ni**a Let 30 shots go, call that sh*t a crowd clearer Lots a loud innas foreign cars in ‘em We sum' bread winnas so we some band spendas Open all doors ***** let the squad enter And we share hoes ***** let the squad hit ya Money over all no ops in this mob ni**a Put money on yo' squad that’s a group a dead niggas And all we do is win ain't lose innas And we stay turnt up we ain’t no cool niggas Keep the tool when we move never snooze ni**a Couple shots to ya body try to move ni**a Time is money and we own money all the time War is nutten ni**a we can war at any time [Hook]