"Still In A Warzone" lyrics
KATO2X Lyrics
(Let the band play)
Still in a warzone
Wide body parked outside, [?]
Nigga ran through three deals and I just started
Jewelry, already got more on
RR chain just to put on
Let me in the game, know these rappers gotta get long
All the hard lookin', nigga, what you on?
I ain't cocky usually, money been long
Slidin', gettin' paper, I ain't dodgin' potholes
Richest youngin in my city, Big KATO
Doin' everything but shootin' out the car, though
Both of my wrists flooded, next my ho
Hit the lot, get straight coupe for the bros
But I know they understand I gotta get more
All these chains got me feelin' like Django
Pull up Rolls-Royce, nigga, no Range Rover
Big body make 'em get low, uh
Kill all the opps and we smoke 'em, yeah
Semis and switches, we tote 'em, yeah
Knock 'em all down, we bowlin', yeah
I'm the lil' nigga, they knows it now
I was layin' back, just holdin' out
We see 'em 'round, we make 'em reroute
Fifty racks in ice'll make 'em get out
I just be puttin' the opps in the ground
This rap shit easy just like doin' nouns
I hit the gas just to hear the bitch growl
Pull off the lot with zero miles
And I cashed out, I ain't put shit down
[?] how the fuck you sound
Type we shoot make a nigga [?]
J.G. Wentworth, I need it now
Shit lit on my neck, I can't put it out
Got ice on my neck and my wrist and my mouth
You see the bling, but I'm tuckin' the blaow
You know these niggas know how we get down
Niggas ain't shootin' they be savin' they rounds
Bitches ain't shit, I just fuck in they mouth
You see a cup, then I'm in the clouds
Smokin' opp pack, I ain't comin' down
I'm too turnt, they like, "Calm down"
I make the baddest bitches walk a mile
Lightskin [?], she got style
Get in the cat and make it meow
Hit from the back and pull her weave out
I'll get it fixed, baby, don't pout
Really young and turnt, baby, no doubt
I ain't goin' in if I ain't got the strap
Still in a warzone
Wide body parked outside, [?]
Nigga ran through three deals and I just started
Jewelry, already got more on
RR chain just to put on
Let me in the game, know these rappers gotta get long
All the hard lookin', nigga, what you on?
I ain't cocky usually, money been long
Slidin', gettin' paper, I ain't dodgin' potholes
Richest youngin in my city, Big KATO
Doin' everything but shootin' out the car, though
Both of my wrists flooded, next my ho
Hit the lot, get straight coupe for the bros
But I know they understand I gotta get more
All these chains got me feelin' like Django
Pull up Rolls-Royce, nigga, no Range Rover
Big body make 'em get low, uh
Kill all the opps and we smoke 'em, yeah
Semis and switches, we tote 'em, yeah
Knock 'em all down, we bowlin', yeah
I'm the lil' nigga, they knows it now
I was layin' back, just holdin' out
We see 'em 'round, we make 'em reroute
Fifty racks in ice'll make 'em get out
Yeah, yeah
Ice'll make 'em get out, huh
[?], yeah
Niggas know what I'm about, yeah
Niggas know what we about, yeah
We ain't goin' in if we ain't strapped, yeah
She wanna fuck in the house, yeah
She wanna fuck in the house, yeah
I let her fuck in the car, yeah
Opp pack, I don't smoke 'za, yeah
Try to run, he ain't get far, yeah
Turn a nigga ass to a bar, yeah
Yeah, put in a nigga ass in the bar
Now his mama cryin' like ha, yeah
Hahaha
Still in a warzone
Wide body parked outside, [?]
Nigga ran through three deals and I just started
Jewelry, already got more on
RR chain just to put on
Let me in the game, know these rappers gotta get long
All the hard lookin', nigga, what you on?
I ain't cocky usually, money been long
Slidin', gettin' paper, I ain't dodgin' potholes
Richest youngin in my city, Big KATO
Doin' everything but shootin' out the car, though
Both of my wrists flooded, next my ho
Hit the lot, get straight coupe for the bros
But I know they understand I gotta get more
All these chains got me feelin' like Django
Pull up Rolls-Royce, nigga, no Range Rover
Big body make 'em get low, uh
Kill all the opps and we smoke 'em, yeah
Semis and switches, we tote 'em, yeah
Knock 'em all down, we bowlin', yeah
I'm the lil' nigga, they knows it now
I was layin' back, just holdin' out
We see 'em 'round, we make 'em reroute
Fifty racks in ice'll make 'em get out
I just be puttin' the opps in the ground
This rap shit easy just like doin' nouns
I hit the gas just to hear the bitch growl
Pull off the lot with zero miles
And I cashed out, I ain't put shit down
[?] how the fuck you sound
Type we shoot make a nigga [?]
J.G. Wentworth, I need it now
Shit lit on my neck, I can't put it out
Got ice on my neck and my wrist and my mouth
You see the bling, but I'm tuckin' the blaow
You know these niggas know how we get down
Niggas ain't shootin' they be savin' they rounds
Bitches ain't shit, I just fuck in they mouth
You see a cup, then I'm in the clouds
Smokin' opp pack, I ain't comin' down
I'm too turnt, they like, "Calm down"
I make the baddest bitches walk a mile
Lightskin [?], she got style
Get in the cat and make it meow
Hit from the back and pull her weave out
I'll get it fixed, baby, don't pout
Really young and turnt, baby, no doubt
I ain't goin' in if I ain't got the strap
Still in a warzone
Wide body parked outside, [?]
Nigga ran through three deals and I just started
Jewelry, already got more on
RR chain just to put on
Let me in the game, know these rappers gotta get long
All the hard lookin', nigga, what you on?
I ain't cocky usually, money been long
Slidin', gettin' paper, I ain't dodgin' potholes
Richest youngin in my city, Big KATO
Doin' everything but shootin' out the car, though
Both of my wrists flooded, next my ho
Hit the lot, get straight coupe for the bros
But I know they understand I gotta get more
All these chains got me feelin' like Django
Pull up Rolls-Royce, nigga, no Range Rover
Big body make 'em get low, uh
Kill all the opps and we smoke 'em, yeah
Semis and switches, we tote 'em, yeah
Knock 'em all down, we bowlin', yeah
I'm the lil' nigga, they knows it now
I was layin' back, just holdin' out
We see 'em 'round, we make 'em reroute
Fifty racks in ice'll make 'em get out
Yeah, yeah
Ice'll make 'em get out, huh
[?], yeah
Niggas know what I'm about, yeah
Niggas know what we about, yeah
We ain't goin' in if we ain't strapped, yeah
She wanna fuck in the house, yeah
She wanna fuck in the house, yeah
I let her fuck in the car, yeah
Opp pack, I don't smoke 'za, yeah
Try to run, he ain't get far, yeah
Turn a nigga ass to a bar, yeah
Yeah, put in a nigga ass in the bar
Now his mama cryin' like ha, yeah
Hahaha
