[Intro: Matt10]
Glah-glah
War's too Nasty
Glah-glah
[Verse 1: Matt10]
One with the stick, I keep a pole (Glah)
One to his head, then one to his throat
Shootin' at hoodies, I don't need scope
1, 2, 3, 4, that boy is a ghost (Glah-glah-glah)
Like what? Like how?
He wanted beef then I burnt his cow (Mid)
Smokin' on people, that shit is foul
You speak on the past, I'm talkin' bout now
You smokin' on people you don't even know? (How?)
You say that you rich, but I know that you broke (Glah-glah)
Scam for a feature, this shit is a joke
If I see your bitch, that dick she gon' choke (Lil' bitch)
I heard what you said, that shit was not funny (Nuh-h)
Aim for his legs, he hop like a bunny (Glah)
Spoke on my name, he in the tomb like a mummy
Think that he fly but his nose lookin' runny (Glah-glah)
Now I'ma keep talkin, lets speak on the back
You hit my DM, talkin' this chat
I thought you wеre cool, you turnt to a rat (Rat)
Flip through the 6, I got through it back
D&D, that shit was just wack
Talkin' about Sha, when EK put you right in thе map (How?)
This not a diss, I'm just speakin facts
You burn every bridge, just tap people back (Facts)
Well, this a diss, and I'm talkin the facts
You mention my name, you get put on a track
Smokin' on people, you didn't even step
I said that 5 times, put it to rest
Internet gangsters talkin' that shit
All in my comments, suckin' my dick
Said they wanna see me end up in a spliff
When I show you a problem keep words on that shit
Say you about it, but you ain't on shit
Smokin' on opps you ain't even hit
Yes, I'm white, but your body built like McLovin' and a couple of sticks
[?] Better back it up
You from the suburbs, better stop actin' tough
I heard all that talk, new topic, I had enough
Next time you see me in public, do something I'll come block (Glah-glah)
[Bridge: Sha EK]
Glah, glah
Gang-gang-gang
OGz the fuck up
[Verse 2: Sha EK]
That lil' nigga pussy, that nigga a rat (Rat)
When I catch em', that nigga a pack
Nigga I made you, you know that's a fact
But now I can't wait 'till that day that you lack
You better run if I spin through the 8 (Don't run)
See your Mama, I spit in her face
Everything dead, he better duck from my niggas, cause that lil' nigga a plate (Baow-baow-baow-baow)
[Outro]
That lil' nigga pussy, that nigga a rat (Rat)
When I catch em', that nigga a pack
Nigga I made you, you know that's a fact
But now I can't wait 'till that day that you lack
You better run if I spin through the 8 (Don't Run)
See your Mama, I spit in her face
Everything dead, he better duck from my niggas, cause that lil' nigga a plate (Baow-baow-baow-baow)