[T-Will]
In the Summer time, it's huntin time
Got a bad bitch, she down for mine
When the money come she won't leave
But she make the shit so I don't complain
Got one watch, got a couple chains
Got a few niggas don't play at games
It's a new nigga, keep it on the low
Can't prove yourself, that ain't how it go
This ain't Chiraq, it's New Warlins, niggas get killed for stallin
You stutterin while you talkin, paranoia make you a target
It's a celebration, bitch I just graduated
Was gon celebrate but niggas don't wanna see you make it
Nigga got clapped up, down the block
In the car shots never stopped
Ask Mal we was in the spot
30 mins later, block still ain't hot
Police don't come they scared too
Our guns bigger, they fed too
Our guns bigger than the feds' too
Crack fiends be gettin fed too
Them zombies outta they heads too
They'll do it for a line
They do it for a line how these hoes do it for the Vine
Do it to the trap, I ain't gon do it
Do it for the map, that's why I make music
Do it cause they can't, they know they losin
Do it to the bank, fuck that let's do it
Mask on my head now they can't identify me
All these fuckin rounds just bullet proofed my body
Had to tell the teller bitch you bet not tell nobody
Don't press that fuckin button they gon have to televise it
Noddin her head yes, no call of distress
Made it out scott free, I ain't even need this vest
Bout 50 niggas just down to ride
Can't tell em stop when it's hammer time
Some niggas might let ya slide
But these niggas don't mercify
When that choppa dance it's electrifyin
Call that shit, the electric slide
Lightenin strike when a God die
My nerves bad with a cloudy sky
Bow down, bow down, nigga all hail me
Rest in Peace to Speaker Knockerz, Rest in Peace to Doe B
Rest in Peace to Amos, they let Crunch go free
Tired of everybody stuntin, said they knew the old me
If you thinkin I done changed, you didn't know the whole me
After Syko run it Rest in Peace to this whole beat
[King Bronz]
Stories told all the time, never know which one the truth
Some niggas ain't fit to live, never know is they for you
But I been down for mine & all my niggas down too
Not many niggas get a loot & say make it do what it do
Gotta couple niggas I fuck with, couple hoes I bust in
No kid, got plan b, motha fucka I'm lucky
I get high as fuck, I rock the cleanest clothes
Steeziest nigga with the baddest hoes
New Warlins nigga from head to toe
When elevatin my logo
Throw it up, middle fingers, don't give a fuck
Down to ride like a school bus & all my niggas utenciled up
I got niggas that love to bang, niggas that never fold
My uncle in the kitchen cookin crack up on the stove
His morals fucked up & these stories they untold
But I'm here to keep it G, & I put that on my soul
Fuck, look in my eyes & you see anger nigga
All this time passed & my paw, he still a stranger nigga
Like I did him somethin but fuck em, it ain't changin nigga
I went by Kali house & I became a gang member
Ugh, now put your hands up
King Bronz in this bitch, it's the anthem
[Syko Solja]
Welcome to the town of the choppas, we often pop em
Foldin niggas up for the pasta like empanadas
Prolly poppin out with the blocka, no Serge Ibaka
All you hear is bow bow bow, adlibs of Waka Flocka
We got yoppas wit the hunnit drums, Glocks equipped with Monkey Nuts
If you wanna fuck with us, we'll give your ass a tummy tuck
Fuck it bruh, if you really want it you can have it
It don't matter when we spazzin, we clappin at any gatherin
Anywhere, Anytime, Mardi Gras, Second Line
If you swerve your death this time, we get your ass a second time
It's gon be a genocide, buku clips you fufu bitch
Shoot 2 clips, then shoot 2 clips, reload 2 more then shoot you bitch
You know who you foolin with? All my niggas true to this
Quick to do some ruthless shit, leave you stink like sewages
Matter fact, I'm through with this, I'll kill you on some music shit
Put the Red Light to your Word Of Mouf & get Ludacris
Stupid shit, like bunnies I'm out my rabbid mind
Too legit, no touchin me when it's hammer time
Foolish bitch, my guns equipped with that rapid fire
When that Mac book, I ain't talkin bout a Macintosh
Get it? Macbook, Macintosh..
Nevermind, if you missed it then Ima let it slide
Just tell my thot, if she ever rat where my cheddar at
I'm drummin like a metal band, Bullet For My Valentine
Dammit slime, how many niggas must I wack
Until these bitches envision how viscious I act
I'm from New Warlins nigga, fuck a ChiRaq
We got guns that sound like snare rolls & hi-hats
..Just like that (x3)
Man fuck these niggas bruh
