Pop Smoke feat. Lil Tjay – War | Lyrics Video 2019

Lyrics "War" - Pop Smoke feat. Lil Tjay

If I want it, I’ma grab it
If I want it, I’ma have it
Christian Dior, Christian Dior
I’m up in all the stores

I make a call, woo woo
I make a call and it’s war
And, n**ga, you can check the score
We up on the board, woo woo
And we all livin’ lavish
If I want it, I’ma have it..②

My n**gas wit’ it
Money floor, run up them digits
I know n**gas mad that we did it
Say it, we live it
Morals, we’ll never forget it
I ever get booked, I’ma cricket
Get it and flip it

Henny right here, I’ma sip it
You try me it’s shots at your biscuit
24 hip it, I’ma just 24 hip it
‘Cause bro said don’t ever forget it
Gang with me, anywhere I pop out
I know the thang with me

Every n**ga here with me gon’ bang with me
Try your luck and bro goin’ insane with me
Bodies dropping, that s**t ain’t a thing to me
Smokin’ deadies, I’m rollin’ up lame n**gas
Couple n**gas here with me done changed n**gas
Clean the mess and we leave the remains, n**ga
Surely business ain’t playin’ no games
F**k all this fame, n**ga

You will get flamed, n**ga
Don’t you front, I got aim, n**ga
I saw homicides that f**k with my brain, n**ga
I be feelin’ like goin’ insane, n**ga
I just got me a check, now my chain bigger
You gon’ die for the stain, n**ga
When you sent me the addy’, I came, n**ga
Only me and my main n**gas
You ain’t really for static, don’t play, n**ga
We could hit you today, n**ga
If you makin’ your bed, better lay, n**ga
There ain’t too much to say, n**ga

I make a call, woo woo
I make a call and it’s war
And, n**ga, you can check the score
We up on the board, woo woo
And we all livin’ lavish
If I want it, I’ma have it..②

Look, I got 30 shots for any n**ga who want it
Me and Tjay, we be huntin’
I don’t talk much ’cause n**gas know how we comin’
N**gas know I be dumpin’

Glock 9, dumpin’
Run Ricky, runnin’
Blue face, hunnids
Know I’m the bill collector
Pull up, what’s crackin’ gun get to blastin’
Talk on my name and we wildin’ out
All the opps in the spliff, ashin’
Puff, puff, ain’t no passin’

You gon’ end up in a casket
‘Cause n**gas know what we into
I get to drillin’, I’m sittin’, I’m killin’
I’m sittin’ if I get the feelin’
I call draft war, bet he clap twos
Sip Remy like he Papoose
Have him stay still like a statue
Have him inked in like a tattoo
If I run down, he a goner
Headshot, no warnin’
It’s a man down when it’s pourin’
Gang spinnin’, early mornin’
I don’t get mad, I get money
What you lookin’ at Little dummy
I’ll still buck your teeth like I’m Bunny
And I backed the Wraith off of nothin’

I make a call, woo woo
I make a call and it’s war
And, n**ga, you can check the score
We up on the board, woo woo
And we all livin’ lavish
If I want it, I’ma have it..② …

➤ Written by 808Melo, Lil Tjay & Pop Smoke
Produced by 808Melo
Pop Smoke | Lil Tjay | 2019

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