Only The Family ft. King Von - War with Us Lyrics

What?
What?
We started this shit, man
Huh?
We on our OTF shit, you heard?
We did

Did a lot of dirt myself, dirty
Thirty on me shooting like Steph Curry
Shells get to running and get wet up, huh
Fall on your ass, won't get up, no
Bitch I get busy with choppers and glizzies
I'm riding through the city this Glock got no safety
Keep that bitch with me so please do not tempt me
I squeeze 'til it's empty
You thinking you crazy
Bad bitch from another country, foreign
Slam dunk all in her pussy, scoring
Kick her out on to the next, she boring
Finna pull up on her friend, hoes going
Bands on me, money won't fold, damn
Leprechaun, "Where is me gold?" Bands
Can't catch this drip, you got no hands
I ain't got opps, I got all fans
I be sliding on niggas straight patching them
You ain't wanna die, why you lack with them?
Hopping up outta them Astro vans
Caught your ass, boy
You can't hide from him
We dangerous, Tooka man, smoke 'em like angel dust
Boy, you ain't gang, you a stan, you can't hang with us
Drizzy's on every gang member that came with us
Aim it, just spray at them niggas that ain't with us (boom)

How you gon' war with a god, a beast?
You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak (weak)
Boy, we will dust your ass off, sweeping
You don't want smoke with my squad, you tweaking (tweaking)
Tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (no)
They don't want a war with us
No, tell them niggas they don't want a war with us
Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors
Tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (no)
They don't want a war with us
No, tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (no)
Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors

Whole lotta wild ass shorties, babies
Thirty-five stuffed in a forty, KD
No they don't need no aim, say up
Hitting niggas up close range, layup
Two hands I'm rocking the metal, I'm hot like the devil
I'll bury your block like a shovel
Hit your ass all on your neck
Now your head on your chest
Look like Olympic gold medals
Switching, get swerving through traffic, stop us
I can switch gears on my ratchet, chopper
Boy when we roll up we busting, blocka
Knock all that meat out your fucking taco
Hollow tips spinning like cyclones
FaceTime a nigga like iPhones
Put a pretty opp bitch in a morgue, huh
Call that bitch drop-dead gorgeous, damn
I'm heartless, bitch, you can call me the tin man
Going against me is like crawling through quicksand
Draco be sparking and barging through bricks, man
Some call me grandson and some call me hitman (bitch)
Bitch, some call me hitman (uh, bitch)
Bitch, some call me hitman (bitch)
Some call me grandson and some call me hitman (bitch, bitch)
(But some call me hitman)

How you gon' war with a god, a beast?
You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak (weak)
Boy, we will dust your ass off, sweeping
You don't want smoke with my squad, you tweaking (tweaking)
Tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (no, boy, what?)
They don't want a war with us (what?)
No, tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (no)
Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors
Tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (no)
They don't want a war with us
No, tell them niggas they don't want a war with us (no)
Boy, we some monsters, savages and warriors

Free Boss-T
Free Tre Ride, free DD
Free Bay Man
Free D. Rose, free Nine
Free Lil Scud
Free 22
Real to real
Fuck the fake
We on our OTF shit, you heard?
We out