I Need War (feat. T.I. & Young Thung)

[Young Thug]

T.I.P and Young Thugger, nigga

Yeah, you know Tip bangin' nigga

Ain't nothing changed but the bezels and the rings

Watches and the chains

[T.I]

Hey, your future my past, I shoot yo' ho ass

Just like a bitch, I will do yo' ho ass

My MAC-10 is in the galactic, we'll crack it

You looking for action, I'll Pluto your ass

Lookin' for some trouble, what it do nigga?

I don't really need but a few niggas

And for the most part, I'm a cool nigga

But I'll stomp a mud hole into you nigga

Check it, the ho shit you kick, I'm not with it

You pull it over there, I'ma mind my business

But if you come in my yard, disregard my gangsta

Will I aim that banger? Nigga find out, didn't he?

I put his ass in a box on timeout

For the wrong thought, blow a nigga mind out

You was talking all that shit, now what you crying bout?

When it go down, I'm the wrong one to rhyme bout nigga

Say you did what? What you lying bout nigga?

I'm a front street nigga, you a wannabe nigga

Everybody know you don't want none of me nigga

Armageddon for you what it gonna be nigga

Hey, all I gotta do is make my plan

All the motherfucking games, I don't play my man

If I slap his ass now in the mouth, bet next

Time I see him, pussy nigga try to shake my hand

[Young Thug]

Pull-up shooting out the avalanche

Ever since I counted blue cheese, I ain't liking ranch, I done

Sold a hundred thousand bales of midgets like I got a plan, hey

Let me see your hands if you feel like you the man

I want war nigga

Pull up, pull up, pull up, I need war nigga

Shoot I need some war, hey

I swear to, I need the war

Hey, W-A-R

[Young Thug & (T.I.)]

Pull up in a car, two hundred stars

(What you shooting nigga?) AK, no handgun, uh

Man, goddamn, goddamn

Pullin' up in the Lamb, (doors up) cock that bitch and go H.A.M

Damn, pull up to the spot, shoot a nigga ground

Damn, catch a nigga down bad rob him for they yams

Ooh, catch me on the block, Young Thug got grams

Ooh (Tell em bout it now shawty), Ooh Ooh

Who there? Nigga got K's on K's on shooters

Hey, hey-hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey-hey-hey

[Young Thug]

Pull-up shooting out the avalanche

Ever since I counted blue cheese, I ain't liking ranch, I done

Sold a hundred thousand bales of midgets like I got a plan, hey

Let me see your hands if you feel like you the man

I want war nigga

Pull up, pull up, pull up, I need war nigga

Shoot I need some war, hey

I swear to, I need the war

Hey, W-A-R

[T.I]

I swear to fucking God, man

Hey man, I'm ready

Hey look man, I'm ready to go on cash out

Hey man, nigga, diamonds to dog shit

Nigga, you don't get rich, nigga, next three years

Nigga, I swear to God, nigga

You show me a ten-million dollar tax return

I'll give you ten million dollars man

Three years man! Bitch ass