WORLD WAR 3

(album: PROFESSIONAL - 2021)

(Akachi in this motherfucker)

Your shorty do 'bout whatever I say
She call my phone every night, every day
Bro don't want smoke, she tell me where you stay
She like to wear baguetties in her face
I like to fuck her, wear Saint Laurent
She like to fucking put my music on
I'm out in public smoking on the strong
She out in Publix sniffing on the dope
Most of the choppas come in with a scope
I'm out in traffic, gotta keep a
These niggas trash and I still give 'em hope, ayy

World War 3, my niggas got snipers
Chopping up niggas like Tyson
Most of these rappers ain't writing
Most of these rapper be biting

I sound like your favorite rapper
Or does he sound like me?
Glock kill niggas for free
Young nigga been too street
Like Florida, play with the heat
We in Miami ten deep
We got the sticks, uh-uh-uh-uh
Big Chop', uh-uh-uh, yeah
Nigga's don't want that, uh
You need to get more money

World War 3, my niggas got snipers
Chopping up niggas like Tyson
Most of these rappers ain't writing
Most of these rapper be biting

I come through like I am a general
Think I'm the greatest in general
Don't wanna be famous in general
But I'll take some milly in serveral
I think I made it in general
They want a case going federal, eee
I where my heart on my sleeve
Big perky get heat
Cops came through, won't speak
Chop's like World War 3, uh
Got a Glock like World War 3, uh
Big AK on me, uh
So many holes on sleeve, uh
Like five on top to ride
Not, cop, rhyme, fly