War Lyrics – King Von is the latest English song. War song lyrics are written by King Von while the song is produced by Chopsquad DJ.
War Song Details:
| Song: | War |
| Singer: | King Von |
| Produced by: | Chopsquad DJ |
| Lyrics: | King Von |
War Lyrics
Banger
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger
Von…
Nigga, I’ll be damned (Who?)
If a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain’t sweet (Huh? Boom, boom)
Nigga, I ain’t goin’, I’m back, I’m blowin’ (Yeah)
I’ll be at the crib every day of the week (Shit)
Remember it was nights I couldn’t even sleep (Huh? Huh?)
War outside, niggas couldn’t even eat (Damn, damn)
I was sixteen with a carbon fifteen (Yeah)
Motherfuckers gotta die and it ain’t gon’ be me (Von, huh?)
Shootin’ shit sun up ’til the sun down (Uh)
He was just playin’ tough, he gon’ run out (Uh-huh)
All these bitch ass niggas tellin’, really start to take the fun out (He get too wild)
I’m the typе of nigga go to church with my gun out (In a shootout)
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (He gеt too wild)
I’m the first name they said in a shootout (In a shootout)
God textin’ me like, “It’s gettin’ too crowded” (Damn, damn)
Police they catch me, I’m too silent (Damn)
My name speak volume, I’m too violent (Huh?)
Niggas actin’ tough, run it up then I’ma lay him down like two pallets (Boom, boom)
Dress a nigga up like a new stylist (Uh-huh)
Out for a year, nigga, when the trial is? (Uh-huh)
Would’ve bought a bitch a car but she had some mileage (Uh-huh)
If he say what he saw, we gon’ cut his eyelid (Boom, boom, boom)
Nigga, I’ll be damned (Damn)
If a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain’t sweet (Nah, nah)
Nigga, I ain’t goin’, I’m back, I’m blowin’ (Huh?)
I’ll be at the crib every day of the week (Boom, boom)
Remember it was nights I couldn’t even sleep (Yeah)
War outside, niggas couldn’t even eat (Shit)
I was sixteen with a carbon fifteen (Huh? Huh?)
Motherfuckers gotta die and it ain’t gon’ be me (Damn, damn)
Shootin’ shit sun up ’til the sun down (Yeah)
He was just playin’ tough, he gon’ run out (Uh-huh)
All these bitch ass niggas tellin’, really start to take the fun out (Uh-huh)
I’m the type of nigga go to church with my gun out (With my gun out)
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (He get too wild)
I’m the first name they said in a shootout (In a shootout)
God textin’ me like, “It’s gettin’ too crowded” (Damn, damn)
Oh, you ’bout it? (Uh-huh)
Rob you, ain’t shit you gon’ do ’bout it (Uh-huh)
My lil’ bitch want a new body (What?)
My bullets come get you fast like a Bugatti (Grrah, grrah)
I’m goin’ Scotty like too hotty (Yeah)
You gettin’ shot up if you too cocky (What?)
We slide with sticks like we play hockey
And you not a killer if you only got two bodies, damn (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Run out (Yeah), hustle to sun up to sun down (Uh-huh)
We got some money, it’s fun now (It’s fun)
Last nigga dissed King Von got gunned down (Grrah, grrah)
Damn, what now? (What?)
It was funny but now it’s not fun now (It’s not fun now)
I was bummy, now look who the bum now
A nigga tried Von, I bet he get gunned down (Boom, boom, boom)
Nigga, I’ll be damned (Damn)
If a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain’t sweet (Nah, nah)
Nigga, I ain’t goin’, I’m back, I’m blowin’ (Huh?)
I’ll be at the crib every day of the week (Boom, boom)
Remember it was nights I couldn’t even sleep (Yeah)
War outside, niggas couldn’t even eat (Shit)
I was sixteen with a carbon fifteen (Huh? Huh?)
Motherfuckers gotta die and it ain’t gon’ be me (Damn, damn)
Shootin’ shit sun up ’til the sun down (Yeah)
He was just playin’ tough, he gon’ run out (Uh-huh)
All these bitch ass niggas tellin’, really start to take the fun out (Uh-huh)
I’m the type of nigga go to church with my gun out (With my gun out)
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (He get too wild)
I’m the first name they said in a shootout (In a shootout)
God textin’ me like, “It’s gettin’ too crowded” (Damn, damn)