axion - warzone lyrics
[intro: axion]
yeah, that’s me
axion, n+gga
(do you not get the koncept?)
got my n+gga hundo in this b+tch, n+gga
n+ggas tweakin’ out this b+tch
(808 jayy got that fire)
yeah
ooh
[verse 1: axion]
look, ayy, pass me the glock, look, i ain’t trippin’, i’ll do it
they tryna lock me up ’cause all the k!llers i influence
ridin’ on a mission, ain’t sh+t different, we gettin’ to it
in a whole ‘nother city catchin’ bags, who got [?]
catch a fed case, i call the lawyer, he was jewish (h+llo?)
he checked the evidence and called me back, said he gon’ chew it
n+ggas like to tеll everything, i knew it
i ain’t finna arguе ’bout no pape’, n+gga, you blew it
[verse 2: 81hundo]
i ain’t finna argue with no n+gga, let my bl!ck off
they say it sounded like a warzone, i let a switch off
hit him in his top, he should’ve ducked
i know woo gon’ blast when it’s action, he a nut
uh, we threw legs on them glocks, they some walkers now
we ain’t finished when he drop, we gon’ walk him down
i’m talkin’ close range, new diors, they got blood on ’em
last opp, we left him in the rain, he had mud on him
[verse 3: sleazyworld go]
muddy
clapped him in his head, r+t+rded ass turned to a dummy
you know them shots on us, glocks on us, it can get ugly (grrt)
huh, yeah, switch somethin’
hangin’ out the window, glock glitchin’, tryna hit somethin’
we the ones be wettin’ sh+t, ask the opps who stretchin’ sh+t
they don’t bend this block no more, why? ’cause this b+tch treacherous
leg shot, headshot, hit him in his necklace
dog food, roof roof, yeah, we be stretchin’ ’em
[verse 4: axion]
i’ma up and get to blowin’, i ain’t with the extra sh+t
i fed that b+tch a bean and she told me she feel excellent
n+gga thought he had a strip of percs, it was excedrin
n+ggas, they be hoes, they only gangster when they textin’ it
ooh, where my faygo?
chopper came dressed up like i got that b+tch off halo
these b+tches shakin’ ass, they turnin’ up, they off a [?]
i can get her pull up any time, she on my say+so
[verse 5: 81hundo]
sh+t, and we got switches
defense coordinators, we specialize in blitzin’
we specialize in r.i.p. posts, bringin’ out t+shirts
hollow heads got t++th in ’em, i call ’em eaters
yeah, and don’t get ate up
what’s+his+name got popped, he ain’t dead, but still ain’t wake up
yeah, he still sleep
they don’t come outside, we been spinnin’ they sh+t for weeks
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