lirik lagu syko solja – new warlins (chiraq remix)
[t-will]
in the summer time, it’s huntin time
got a bad b-tch, she down for mine
when the money come she won’t leave
but she make the sh-t so i don’t complain
got one watch, got a couple chains
got a few n-ggas don’t play at games
it’s a new n-gga, keep it on the low
can’t prove yourself, that ain’t how it go
this ain’t chiraq, it’s new warlins, n-ggas get k!lled for stallin
you stutterin while you talkin, paranoia make you a target
it’s a celebration, b-tch i just graduated
was gon celebrate but n-ggas don’t wanna see you make it
n-gga 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, f-ck that let’s do it
mask on my head now they can’t identify me
all these f-ckin rounds just bullet proofed my body
had to tell the teller b-tch you bet not tell n0body
don’t press that f-ckin b-tton 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 n-ggas just down to ride
can’t tell em stop when it’s hammer time
some n-ggas might let ya slide
but these n-ggas don’t mercify
when that choppa dance it’s electrifyin
call that sh-t, the electric slide
lightenin strike when a god die
my nerves bad with a cloudy sky
bow down, bow down, n-gga 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 n-ggas ain’t fit to live, never know is they for you
but i been down for mine & all my n-ggas down too
not many n-ggas get a loot & say make it do what it do
gotta couple n-ggas i f-ck with, couple hoes i bust in
no kid, got plan b, motha f-cka i’m lucky
i get high as f-ck, i rock the cleanest clothes
st–ziest n-gga with the baddest hoes
new warlins n-gga from head to toe
when elevatin my logo
throw it up, middle fingers, don’t give a f-ck
down to ride like a school bus & all my n-ggas utenciled up
i got n-ggas that love to bang, n-ggas that never fold
my uncle in the kitchen cookin crack up on the stove
his morals f-cked up & these stories they untold
but i’m here to keep it g, & i put that on my soul
f-ck, look in my eyes & you see anger n-gga
all this time p-ssed & my paw, he still a stranger n-gga
like i did him somethin but f-ck em, it ain’t changin n-gga
i went by kali house & i became a gang member
ugh, now put your hands up
king bronz in this b-tch, it’s the anthem
[syko solja]
welcome to the town of the choppas, we often pop em
foldin n-ggas 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 f-ck with us, we’ll give your -ss a tummy tuck
f-ck 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 -ss a second time
it’s gon be a genocide, buku clips you fufu b-tch
shoot 2 clips, then shoot 2 clips, reload 2 more then shoot you b-tch
you know who you foolin with? all my n-ggas true to this
quick to do some ruthless sh-t, leave you stink like sewages
matter fact, i’m through with this, i’ll k!ll you on some music sh-t
put the red light to your word of mouf & get ludacris
stupid sh-t, like bunnies i’m out my rabbid mind
too legit, no touchin me when it’s hammer time
foolish b-tch, 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 n-ggas must i wack
until these b-tches envision how viscious i act
i’m from new warlins n-gga, f-ck a chiraq
we got guns that sound like snare rolls & hi-hats
..just like that (x3)
man f-ck these n-ggas bruh
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