Bradda G - War Lyrics

Young nigga ready for war with like anybody
Stay low key and chill
Parlay with the reals
Cause I will not hang with just anybody
The niggas I know prolly catch a body
The bitches I know get they bread follies
And they only f*ckin with you if you gettin grip too
Gotta have residual
It's not a bitch ya boy Bradda cannot spit to
If Ima wife em they gotta have credentials
I'm into models with good mental's
And I just body instrumentals
Money increasing incremental
Ima go hard for the city I stay
Atlanta raised but I'm from MIA
I made a plan to make all of my visions
I'm acting it out like I'm writing a play
I ain't need friends so I threw em away

I'm left with my brothers
BPE rising like cake in the oven
You thinkin we cake but you really know nothin
You niggas as fake as ID for McLovin
You Sit at your crib and send threats with a button
Tweetin bout shit that you won't say in public
I'm sick of you niggas you niggas is rubbish
You niggas is bustas you niggas is suckas

I sit back back and I roll up the Dutch's
I'm focused on gettin my duckets
And you broke but you worried bout f*ckin

F*ck it I link with Bhudda with the savagery
We in yo neighborhood like we was Applebee's
And we charged up like we runnin off batteries
Get on a beat a we cause a catastrophe
I'm into everything like I was Master P

I'm ballin so casually
The blunts that I roll are a master piece
I'm murder these pussies, cat casualties
Emergency room for the bastards that battle me
All of you niggas imagine surpassing me
None of you niggas can actually match with me
Plus I work hard with my BPE faculty
Damn it's a shame that you didn't come f*ck with me
Now you stay down when you could've came up with me
This was the plan so it didn't come luckily
This is the rise of ya nigga ya Bradda G
Honestly
I give these bitches the work
All of you niggas the worst
I'll say it reverse
All of you niggas the worst
I give these bitches the work
I'm always coming in first
I'll put yo ass in a hearse
I'll put yo ass in the earth
Nigga You sweet as dessert
And the word is your word isn't as much as it's worth
Skirt
Honda Civic with a bunch of bitches and the windows tinted but you still see the kid
I'm just livin like my life is ending ain't no new beginnings so it is what it is
My cuzzin got caught wit a bid
The police got all of his friends
The fingers were pointed at him
The next thing you know he got ten
He done served 8 in the pen
This a message to you f*ck niggas
You don't f*ck with me
Ion f*ck with ya
Play me in yo local club nigga
It's ya Bradda G I'm that young nigga