now if these boys want war talk to me now now if these boys want war talk to me now lay it down motherfucker lay it down you bitch lay it down motherfucker lay it down you bitch the cracker smacker the heat packer the car jacker the if you don t come off ya shit then click clack and blaka blaka the bitch smacker the cash the dough the confetti get bustin to feel in your head your blood drip in a mug poppin the slugs me i just don t give a high fuck bout none of yall or ball flip give him a call on the celly then it s on war until your gone til you die decease fuck it bitch ain t no peace ain t no makin up bustin this 9 motherfucker until it s breakin up i told yall bitches that i m clickin i m flippin these twankies buckin at like i m spankin like the way i fucked yo babymama nigga you should thanked me what it is handle yo biz i m all off in yo crib with your miss the father of yo kids is right here now if these boys want war talk to me now now if these boys want war talk to me now lay it down motherfucker lay it down you bitch lay it down motherfucker lay it down you bitch yeah uh yeah uh uh don t get your nose broke don t get your eye split i hate you scary ass rappers that be talkin shit you fuck around and make me pull that tech and leave you wet boy three hours later i m at the club in my vette boy i get respect boy i ll break your neck boy they love my style from the east to the west boy i keep a pistol for haters we put them spinners on gators fuck all the braggin and boastin i ll leave you gaggin and chokin you think i m jokin i m not i ll go to war for my niggas unless i die i ll testify i d go to court for my niggas i m from the land of the trill where perpetrators get killed around my way my nigga that s how we live  now if these boys want war talk to me now now if these boys want war talk to me now lay it down motherfucker lay it down you bitch lay it down motherfucker lay it down you bitch yeah you talk it but you don t mean it you got pussy bitch and i seen it and i smell it and inhale all the dro that niggas a hoe don t ask me to hit my weed don t ask me to hit my drank we the best collaboration nigga fuck what you thank like fiend on a tape whomp whomp muthafucka and yo momma smoke crack cuz she s a cheap dick sucka we got peanut butter on lacs from texas to the jack and we keep heaters and milli miters cuz we don t like the way yall act and it s ha ha ha ha haaa i m knowin where you are i m cockin back my pistol and i m bustin at ya car now if these boys want war talk to me now now if these boys want war talk to me now lay it down motherfucker lay it down you bitch lay it down motherfucker lay it down you bitch get buck motherfucker get buck get buck motherfucker get buck give a fuck southside bitch repeated until song fades