War with Me - KT Foreign, KT Foriegn, Nef The Pharaoh

One-twenty in a Porsche, feel like FasTrak

Ex bitch call my phone, I don’t back track

I been out here gettin' money, what you mad at?

Ain’t no money hangin' out, I got past that

Niggas lookin' at me weird like I changed on 'em

I ain’t change, I just ran up my change on 'em

Got fours, got money, and got a chain on 'em

Had to stay in my lane, I remained foreign

Nigga I don’t need no friends 'cause I’m poppin'

I get any bitch I want 'cause I’m confident

30 on me, wish you would 'cause I’m poppin' it

Real nigga, in the pen they be lockin' in

Thirty-eight, no safety, no cockin' it

No shells, no L’s, we just rocket ship

Steady slidin' on these niggas with these hockey sticks

It’s either foreign or it’s nothing, who you rocking with?

Thirty-eight, no safety, no cockin' it

No shells, no L’s, we just rocket ship

Steady slidin' on these niggas with these hockey sticks

It’s either foreign or it’s nothing, who you rocking with?

I was raised by tough love, I don’t love shit

I seen family turn on family, I don' trust shit

Mini Uzi, double clip for that fuck shit

For a chain, lose your life, don’t touch this nigga

Five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket

Bitch I talk shit, I don’t talk on topic

I don’t trust you, I don’t trust nobody

Bitch I don’t want you, I just want your body

Niggas don’t really want war with me

That hammer with me, that throw with me

My main stay home and do chores for me

Just bought her a Glock, she gon' score for me

Niggas really poppin', bitch we really poppin'

Fifty in the clip clip, knockin' niggas really driving

Bitch we really mob ties, bitch we really locked in

And I’ll really kill a nigga and that’s on my mama

I don’t want no problems but I’m with the drama

On my unborn kids' future baby mama

Do a challenge with this Glock, that’s a baby line-up

And you’ll catch steady shots off of one dollar

Word around the bay I brought Vallejo back

Bitch it’s Nate in my wood, don’t catch a heart attack

I never been a Crest nigga but I’m romped out

Speaking down on the chain and got slumped out

One V, hightop faded like I’m Ghandi

Ain’t a nigga tax me, I’m wavy like Max B

Dummy, still go eighteen hundred

Get the fuck nigga fee, bitch run it

I came down too SD and I got the plug

Lil house ass nigga, you are not a real thug

You were scared when they slid, bitch I seen what it was

Kanye West, flashing lights when I bust, it’s chain chains

Five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket

Bitch I talk shit, I don’t talk on topic

I don’t trust you, I don’t trust nobody

Bitch I don’t want you, I just want your body

Niggas don’t really want war with me

That hammer with me, that throw with me

My main stay home and do chores for me

Just bought her a Glock, she gon' score for me

Niggas really poppin', bitch we really poppin'

Fifty in the clip clip, knockin' niggas really driving

Bitch we really mob ties, bitch we really locked in

And I’ll really kill a nigga and that’s on my mama

I don’t want no problems but I’m with the drama

On my unborn kids' future baby mama

Do a challenge with this Glock, that’s a baby line-up

And you’ll catch steady shots off of one dollar

Niggas don’t really want war with me

My main stay home and do chores for me

Five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket

Bitch I talk shit, I don’t talk on topic

I don’t trust you, I don’t trust nobody

Bitch I don’t want you, I just want your body

Niggas don’t really want war with me

That hammer with me, that throw with me

My main stay home and do chores for me

Just bought her a Glock, she gon' score for me