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Description
Producer: Tyler, The Creator
Composer Lyricist: Q. Hanley
Composer Lyricist: T. Okonma
Composer Lyricist: R. Brown
Lyrics and translation
Original
My daddy said, "Yeah, nigga. "
We coming in for yours. Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door.
Sirens getting louder and the bodies hit the floor. Why you look confused?
Motherfucker, this is war.
Yeah, nigga, uh.
Yeah, nigga.
Yeah, nigga, uh.
Yeah, nigga, uh.
Yeah, nigga.
As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin.
The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend.
Real crippy since I hopped off the swin' with my strap, that's my peace offering. Yo, yo, yo, yeah, uh, yeah.
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling.
Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment. Deadline my clothing, don't fuck with P. Dauphin.
Strap on his hairline, his forehead get softened.
Send extras through his chest, bullshit, he don't need that coffin.
Most niggas would've ran away, but me, I'm out here walking. Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome.
Nah, I ain't on no golfing. Fuck rhyming, I'm cripping. Niggas rapping 'bout what I'm living.
All this false claiming I'm hearing. Doing drive-bys, I ain't steering.
White funerals, I ain't tearing. Fuck your bitch in front of your cheering.
See your whip outside of my building, yeah. Put my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her hair.
I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear.
Bitch, I'm everywhere and over there. You die here, let off a pair. Yah, yah.
We coming in for yours. Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door.
Sirens getting louder and the bodies hit the floor. Why you look confused?
Motherfucker, this is war.
Yeah, nigga, uh.
Yeah, nigga.
Yeah, nigga, uh.
Yeah, nigga, uh.
-Yeah, nigga. -House full of kilos, turn pounds to zeros.
Cocaine my hero, you ain't fixed, I get you devo'd.
Always asking for the burner like young nigga still freeload. Heart big as my ego, don't fly around my signal or
I rearrange your dino. Crippy my house shoes, Blue Rag disciples.
Murder, I'm liable. You get the eye for, aim out the eyeball. I'm getting violent.
I got to strike once, won't get to strike twice.
You niggas half price, which means you half off. I'm going Adolf. I'm smoking Bapsaw. Two Sherm sticks, burn this, ooh.
Knock-knock through the condo.
Schoolboy from the five deuce, but who will spank 'til you unrank? You can fuck around, get that chin banked.
Groove lining, Crip walk the whole mall. Blue belt, still my pants down. Chuck Taylors, Cortezes, Hush
Puppies. My Glock your fuck buddy. Make money, take money, earn crack money.
Drug money, bail money, heard they got life for me.
But how they got life for me when they took that from me? Since I had my nose clean, granny, I was out past sunny.
Had the strap by my tummy.
You can go and ask mommy and grab a body bag, homie, -yeah. -We coming in for yours.
Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door.
Sirens getting louder and the bodies hit the floor. Why you look confused? Motherfucker, this is war.
Yeah, nigga, uh.
Yeah, nigga.
Yeah, nigga, uh.
Yeah, nigga, uh.
-Yeah, nigga. -Bust my gun all by myself.
Rock cocaine all by myself. Pour propane all on myself.
Go so hard, might harm myself.
Yeah, nigga, uh. Yeah, nigga.
Yeah, nigga.
Yeah, nigga.
Yeah, it's corrupt young motherfucking Gotti.
Still rolling in the six, I don't fuck with your Bugatti. Come up in this motherfucker looking for a bitch.
You probably sucked on my dick and then you kissed on the lips. The integral, South
Central sentinel. Get roped and choked, poetical tentacle stretch.
Get roped and choked and rope-a-doped.
Extra overdose of the okie doke'll get a nigga smoked. I ain't no joke.
Tired of this bullshit and everything y'all talk about. They walked 'em in, I walked 'em out.
They talked to me and I chopped 'em out. Now cock back that ox and pap, pap, pap.
Walk inside, pussy popping, topless popping all Papadopoulos.
Neighborhood rolling sixty balls, ghetto metropolis. Squeezing pussies like octopuses.
Nigga, show me where the money at. Show me where the kush is.
Next time you see me, I'll probably be in the bushes.
This is the reasons why I don't be fucking with pussies like you. Me, Tyler, and Schoolboy Q, we told you. We coming in for yours.
Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door.
Sirens getting louder and the bodies hit the floor. Why you look confused? Motherfucker, this is war.
Yeah, nigga, uh.
Yeah, nigga.
Yeah, nigga, uh.
Yeah, nigga, uh.
Yeah, nigga