King Von - War Lyrics

(Banger)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Nigga, I'll be damned (who?)
If a nigga think he finna take me out
This shit ain't sweet (boom, boom)
Nigga, I ain't goin outback, I'm blowin'
I'll be at his crib every day of the week (shit)
'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep (huh? huh?)
War outside, niggas couldn't even eat (damn, damn, damn, damn)
I was sixteen with a Carbon-15 (yeah)
Motherf*ckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me (Von, huh?)
Shootin' shit sunup to sundown (uh)
He was just playin' tough, he gon' run now (uh-huh)
All these bitch-ass niggas tellin'
Really startin' to take the fun out (get too wild)
I'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun out (in a shootout)
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (get too wild)
I'm the first name that they say in the shootout (in the shootout)
God text me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn)

Police they catch me, I'm too silent (damn)
My name speak volume, I'm too violent (huh?)
Niggas actin' tough, run it up (woah, huh?)
Then I'ma lay him down like two pallets (boom, boom)
Dress a nigga up like a new stylist (uh-huh)
Out for a year, nigga, when the trial is? (uh-huh)
Would've bought that bitch a car, but she had some mileage (uh-huh)
If he say what he saw, we gone cut his eyelid (boom, boom, boom)

Nigga, I'll be damned (damn)
If a nigga think he finna take me out
This shit ain't sweet (nah, nah)
Nigga, I ain't goin' outback, I'm blowin'
I'll be at the crib every day of the week (boom, boom)
'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep
War outside, niggas couldn't even eat (shit)
I was sixteen with a Carbon-15 (huh, huh)
Motherf*ckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me
Shootin' shit sunup to sundown (uh)
He was just playin' tough, he gon' run now (uh-huh)
All these bitch-ass niggas tellin'
Really startin' to take the fun out (uh-huh)
I'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun out (with my gun out)
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (get too wild)
I'm the first name that they say in the shootout (in the shootout)
God text me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn)

Oh, you about it? (uh-huh)
Rob you, ain't shit you gone do about it (uh-huh)
My lil' bitch want a new body (what?)
My bullets come get you fast like a Bugatti (grrah, grrah)
I'm goin' Scotty like 2 Hotty (yeah)
You gettin' shot up if you too cocky (what?)
We slide with sticks like we play hockey
And you not a killer if you only got two bodies (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Damn
Run out, hustle sunup to sundown (uh-huh)
We got some money, it's fun now (it's fun)
Last nigga dissed Kin' Von got gunned down (grrah, grrah)
Damn, what now? (what?)
It was funny but now it's not fun now (it's not fun now)
I was bummy, now look who the bum now
A nigga try Von, I bet he get gunned down (boom, boom, boom)

Nigga, I'll be damned (damn)
If a nigga think he finna take me out
This shit ain't sweet (nah, nah)
Nigga, I ain't goin' outback, I'm blowin'
I'll be at the crib every day of the week
'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep
War outside, niggas couldn't even eat (shit)
I was sixteen with a Carbon-15
Mother-f*ckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me
Shootin' shit sun up to sun down (yeah)
He was just playin' tough, he gon' run now
All these bitch-ass niggas tellin'
Really startin' to take the fun out (uh-huh)
I'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun out (with my gun out)
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (get too wild)
I'm the first name that they say in the shootout (in the shootout)
God textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn)