War Lyrics – King Von

[Intro: King Von]
(Banger)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

[Chorus: King Von]
N!gga, I'll be damned (Who?)
If a n!gga think he finna take me out, this sh!t ain't sweet (Huh? Boom, boom)
N!gga, I ain't going, I'm back, I'm blowing (Yeah)
I'll be at his crib every day of the week (Sh!t)
'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep (Huh? Huh?)
War outside, n!ggas couldn't even eat (Damn, damn)
I was sixteen with a Carbon 15 (Yeah)
Motherf**kers gotta die and it ain't gone be me (Von, huh?)
Shooting sh!t sunup to sundown (Uh)
He was just playing tough, he gone run now (Uh-huh)
All these b!tch as* n!ggas telling, really start to take the fun out (He get too wild)
I'm the type of n!gga go to church with my gun out (In a shootout)
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (Hе get too wild)
I'm the first name that thеy say in the shootout (In the shootout)
God texting me like, "It's getting too crowded" (Damn, damn)

[Verse 1: King Von]
Police they catch me, I'm too silent (Damn)
My name speak volume, I'm too violent (Huh?)
N!ggas acting tough, run it up then, I'ma lay him down like two pallets (Boom, boom)
Dress a n!gga up like a new stylist (Uh-huh)
Out for a year, n!gga, when the trial is? (Uh-huh)
Would've bought that b!tch a car but she had some mileage (Uh-huh)
If he say what he saw, we gone cut his eyelid (Boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus: King Von]
N!gga, I'll be damned (Damn)
If a n!gga think he finna take me out, this sh!t ain't sweet (Nah, nah)
N!gga, I ain't going, I'm back, I'm blowing (Huh?)
I'll be at his crib every day of the week (Boom, boom)
'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep (Yeah)
War outside, n!ggas couldn't even eat (Sh!t)
I was sixteen with a Carbon 15 (Huh? Huh?)
Motherf**kers gotta die and it ain't gone be me (Damn, damn)
Shooting sh!t sunup to sundown (Yeah)
He was just playing tough, he gone run now (Uh-huh)
All these b!tch as* n!ggas telling, really start to take the fun out (Uh-huh)
I'm the type of n!gga 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 that they say in the shootout (In the shootout)
God texting me like, "It's getting too crowded" (Damn, damn)

[Verse 2: King Von]
Oh, you 'bout it? (Uh-huh)
Rob you, ain't sh!t you gone do 'bout it (Uh-huh)
My lil' b!tch want a new body (What?)
My bullets come get you fast like a Bugatti (Grrah, grrah)
I'm going Scotty like too hotty (Yeah)
You getting 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 sunup to sundown (Uh-huh)
We got some money, it's fun now (It's fun)
Last n!gga 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 n!gga try Von, I bet he get gunned down (Boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus: King Von]
N!gga, I'll be damned (Damn)
If a n!gga think he finna take me out, this sh!t ain't sweet (Nah, nah)
N!gga, I ain't going, I'm back, I'm blowing (Huh?)
I'll be at his crib every day of the week (Boom, boom)
'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep (Yeah)
War outside, n!ggas couldn't even eat (Sh!t)
I was sixteen with a Carbon 15 (Huh? Huh?)
Motherf**kers gotta die and it ain't gone be me (Damn, damn)
Shooting sh!t sunup to sundown (Yeah)
He was just playing tough, he gone run now (Uh-huh)
All these b!tch as* n!ggas telling, really start to take the fun out (Uh-huh)
I'm the type of n!gga 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 that they say in the shootout (In the shootout)
God texting me like, "It's getting too crowded" (Damn, damn)