Lil Yen - War Lyrics

Lil' nigga, it ain't gon' be no war
And I try to be cool, but I guess that shit is no more
Ridin' in this Jeep-body, bitch, it got no doors
I say, it's about that time, and they say "No, it's yours"
And I'ma turn up on they ass, ain't gon' show no remorse
And this ain't nothin' new 'cause everybody already known before
Yeah, global shit, do a show in Singapore
And I love to ball, bitch, 'cause that's my favorite sport
And I can't fuck witcha' if I already know you gon' squeal
ADHD, I like to T up, Ion' do no pills
Firm on what I say, so it's deal or no deal
Whole arm in the rim when I slam dunk, just like O'Neal
In my automobile, don't know who go faster than
Boy, your shit movin' too slow
Thought you was in a traffic jam
Gotta see the whole world, 'fore I'm in that casket, man
Need my checks in the mail, I go head and cash 'em in
Lil' nigga, it ain't gon' be no war
And I try to be cool, but I guess that shit is no more
Ridin' in this Jeep-body, bitch, it got no doors
I say, it's about that time, and they say "No, it's yours"
And I'ma turn up on they ass, ain't gon' show no remorse
And this ain't nothin' new 'cause everybody already known before
Yeah, global shit, do a show in Singapore
And I love to ball, bitch, 'cause that's my favorite sport
I ain't got all day, so really, what we waitin' for?
You don't even know me, so really, what you even hate me for?
You gon' have to show me all of the reasons you fakin' for
My hundreds fell out my pocket, so I had to gone head and rake it up
(Hello?)
Damn, I think my phone breakin' up
Married to the hundreds, never breakin' up
How you mad at me 'cause you don't make enough?
Finger roll the money, how I lay it up
You got bad humor, but you actin' funny
Bitch, you can't even get a crumb from me
To the Benjamin Franks, only way I'm running
Lil' nigga, it ain't gon' be no war
And I try to be cool, but I guess that shit is no more
Ridin' in this Jeep-body, bitch, it got no doors
I say, it's about that time, and they say "No, it's yours"
And I'ma turn up on they ass, ain't gon' show no remorse
And this ain't nothin' new 'cause everybody already known before
Yeah, global shit, do a show in Singapore
And I love to ball, bitch, 'cause that's my favorite sport

Lil' nigga, it ain't gon' be no war
And I try to be cool, but I guess that shit is no more
Ridin' in this Jeep-body, bitch, it got no doors
I say, it's about that time, and they say "No, it's yours"
And I'ma turn up on they ass, ain't gon' show no remorse
And this ain't nothin' new 'cause everybody already known before
Yeah, global shit, do a show in Singapore
And I love to ball, bitch, 'cause that's my favorite sport
And I can't fuck witcha' if I already know you gon' squeal
ADHD, I like to T up, Ion' do no pills
Firm on what I say, so it's deal or no deal
Whole arm in the rim when I slam dunk, just like O'Neal
In my automobile, don't know who go faster than
Boy, your shit movin' too slow
Thought you was in a traffic jam
Gotta see the whole world, 'fore I'm in that casket, man
Need my checks in the mail, I go head and cash 'em in
Lil' nigga, it ain't gon' be no war
And I try to be cool, but I guess that shit is no more
Ridin' in this Jeep-body, bitch, it got no doors
I say, it's about that time, and they say "No, it's yours"
And I'ma turn up on they ass, ain't gon' show no remorse
And this ain't nothin' new 'cause everybody already known before
Yeah, global shit, do a show in Singapore
And I love to ball, bitch, 'cause that's my favorite sport
I ain't got all day, so really, what we waitin' for?
You don't even know me, so really, what you even hate me for?
You gon' have to show me all of the reasons you fakin' for
My hundreds fell out my pocket, so I had to gone head and rake it up
(Hello?)
Damn, I think my phone breakin' up
Married to the hundreds, never breakin' up
How you mad at me 'cause you don't make enough?
Finger roll the money, how I lay it up
You got bad humor, but you actin' funny
Bitch, you can't even get a crumb from me
To the Benjamin Franks, only way I'm running
Lil' nigga, it ain't gon' be no war
And I try to be cool, but I guess that shit is no more
Ridin' in this Jeep-body, bitch, it got no doors
I say, it's about that time, and they say "No, it's yours"
And I'ma turn up on they ass, ain't gon' show no remorse
And this ain't nothin' new 'cause everybody already known before
Yeah, global shit, do a show in Singapore
And I love to ball, bitch, 'cause that's my favorite sport