Wartime (feat. Jb Savage)

[Intro: Yavi DG]

Grrah, grrah

Grrah, grrah (Honcho)

And we just gon' find these lil' marks and smoke 'em, this shit ain't that hard

Grrah

As long as it ain't no crowds, look, I'm not killin' no kids or no old folks, alright?

Grrah, grrah, grrah

Grrah, grrah

Ayy, man, who the fuck gon' be old out there at 12 o'clock at night, man?

Grrah, grrah, boom

Grrah, grrah

Shit, nigga, I'll smoke anybody, nigga, I just don't give a fuck

Grrah, grrah, boom

[Verse 1: Yavi DG]

Oh, you ready for war?

Walkin' out to the store the easiest way to end up on the floor

I start the wave, now they hoppin' aboard

How many bodies they hop in a score?

I let it rain on this block 'til it pour

I sweep 'em up like I'm doing a chore

You double back, bullets go through the door

Like, he could've lived, but it went through the wall

I let it clap like a round of applause

I don't got the knock, thеn I'm breakin' his jaw

Only time that I ricked, whеn I ran from the law

I seen him first, he ain't seen what I saw

This gun get to barkin', I'm lettin' it off

I draw a line, he get slimed if he cross

When I slide with the Jet, I'm with [?] and Floss

Quickdraw from the hip, do it fast when I toss

Like, you could get slimed if you not from the 4th

[Verse 2: JB Savage & Yavi DG]

Bitch, I'ma leave him if I blow

He cannot run, like, he cannot get low

Like, this gun got a beam with a scope

If he run, I'ma blow

Word to bro, I took trips to the O

Like, where the jiggies? I don't know

Do him like Noah, stomp him on the floor

If he jack E4Notti, then he gettin' poked (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Verse 3: Yavi DG]

Bullets the size of the bombs in Iran

Brand new Glock, ain't never jam

I catch a body, then fly to Japan

I get to shootin' and shit, I'm like, "Damn"

Look how they run, but they cap on the 'Gram

He caught one, started touchin' the land

No, he couldn't get up, got shot in his hand

No, this not Amiri, this a different brand

No, this not the Butta, this a different strand

No, I'm not your brother, I'm a different man

I slide the door, then I hop out the van

I could've flicked, but the fuck nigga ran

I ain't have a mask, gotta watch for the cams

Like, don't make a move, better watch for your hands

Like, take the watch and the bread out his pants

Like, grab the chain 'cause that's five hundred grams

Cartier gold frame with the lens

Hop in the car, take the keys to the Benz

We get away, make it back with my friends

Go to the jeweler, cash out with the gang (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Verse 4: JB Savage & Yavi DG]

Word to bro, I took trips to the S

Like, damn, I was tryna flock at his friend

Ask Loso, he really ran on his mans

Too slimed out, I'm tryna bend back again

He throw a shot, then I throw more than ten

Brand new Glock and this bitch got a lens

He tried to run, put the dot on his head

Why these niggas keep mentionin' deads?

DrillyGang, let it bang on the Sev

I ain't have a V, had to hop off a peg

Nigga died in the store tryna go get a bev'

And they never got back and that's word to my deads

When I'm spinnin' with Yavi, we makin' a mess

Headtap, Nazzy got left on the Sev

I backed out, nigga flew up the steps

Saw my face and he ducked when I threw up the Jet

[Verse 5: Yavi DG]

Deep thoughts, I'm thinkin' 'bout my deads

Like, I'm bendin' through blocks, gettin' back for my mans

Glocks, nines, .40s, and TECs

But the 3D shit green, I see blue, he see red

Nigga, 48, lil' nigga thought he was Jet?

Thirty shots in the clip, get to throwin' like Steph

Up the Glock and get back, then I press

I'm on my stomp, if you know we gon' step

[Outro: Yavi DG]

Like I'll never settle for less

And how many times we done bent through the west? (Grrah, grrah)

Like they know we do it the best (Grrah, grrah)