Really Want War by RonThaGod Lyrics
[Intro: Twompboymarley]
Ya, ya, ya
Ya, huh, huh?
(Ron & Marley nigga)
Kino!
[Chorus: TwompboyMarley]
Y'all really want war with these ’rillas
I double back, up the score on these niggas
Really want war with these niggas
I double back, up the score on these niggas
Poured up a four on these niggas
My young niggas got a store on em
Poured up a four on these niggas
I sold dope at the store lil nigga
[Bridge: TwompboyMarley]
Really want war with these niggas
I Poured up a whole four on theses niggas
Ain't lookin back on these niggas
Swear to god I want war with this niggas
That nigga ain't no homie
And they wanna hate on my homie
And they wanna hate on my homskies
Y’all wanna hate on my homies
[Verse 1: Ron Tha God]
No, no, no, yea we riding with them Glocks now
Me and Marley pull up we gone show you what you not 'bout
Poppin xans I'm in the red, I might as well go rockstar
These niggas ain't shootin shit, they never finna pop out
Take yo bitch, can't take my sauce
Ridin in the back, in the back with some hoes
Whole new clip cause I hella let go
Focused on the paper yea bigger bank roll
Goes to show might need my pole
Trappin out at hers yea I need that hoe
Cut a new bitch I don't need yo hoe
Got a new bitch I don't need yo hoe
[Bridge: Ron Tha God]
We don't know these niggas
Up the pole on niggas
You ain’t seeing figures
Baby take the picture
Baby sippin liquor
Baby don’t you mix it
She all on her knees
Now I know she Christian
[Verse 2: Twompboymarley]
And they know we got techs
Fur on me just like a pet
Got an M4 for protection
Fuck on this bitch and you know she got best friends
Hey, kinda sharp, you guessed it
Only put trust in my Smith & Wesson
You say you be lovin the bitch
But me and Ron really hittin this bitch
I hit it from the front and the backside
Got two Glocks on my left and my right side, yea
(?)shine with left hand
Got a Glock 9 in my right hand
Got a her macked in with my back hand
Poured up a four so I'm tipsy
Fucked on a hoe and she missed me
Fuck on this hoe she like Misty
She talented like Beyonce
Goin dumb like Lebron James
And I had me a Dior suit
And I fucked on her today
Yea, and she gave me head, toupee
Ayyy, and we came in like..
[Chorus: TwompboyMarley]
Y’all really want war with these 'rillas
I double back, up the score on these niggas
Really want war with these niggas
I double back, up the score on these niggas
Poured up a four on these niggas
My young niggas got a store on em
Poured up a four on these niggas
I sold dope at the store lil nigga
Ya, ya, ya
Ya, huh, huh?
(Ron & Marley nigga)
Kino!
[Chorus: TwompboyMarley]
Y'all really want war with these ’rillas
I double back, up the score on these niggas
Really want war with these niggas
I double back, up the score on these niggas
Poured up a four on these niggas
My young niggas got a store on em
Poured up a four on these niggas
I sold dope at the store lil nigga
[Bridge: TwompboyMarley]
Really want war with these niggas
I Poured up a whole four on theses niggas
Ain't lookin back on these niggas
Swear to god I want war with this niggas
That nigga ain't no homie
And they wanna hate on my homie
And they wanna hate on my homskies
Y’all wanna hate on my homies
[Verse 1: Ron Tha God]
No, no, no, yea we riding with them Glocks now
Me and Marley pull up we gone show you what you not 'bout
Poppin xans I'm in the red, I might as well go rockstar
These niggas ain't shootin shit, they never finna pop out
Take yo bitch, can't take my sauce
Ridin in the back, in the back with some hoes
Whole new clip cause I hella let go
Focused on the paper yea bigger bank roll
Goes to show might need my pole
Trappin out at hers yea I need that hoe
Cut a new bitch I don't need yo hoe
Got a new bitch I don't need yo hoe
[Bridge: Ron Tha God]
We don't know these niggas
Up the pole on niggas
You ain’t seeing figures
Baby take the picture
Baby sippin liquor
Baby don’t you mix it
She all on her knees
Now I know she Christian
[Verse 2: Twompboymarley]
And they know we got techs
Fur on me just like a pet
Got an M4 for protection
Fuck on this bitch and you know she got best friends
Hey, kinda sharp, you guessed it
Only put trust in my Smith & Wesson
You say you be lovin the bitch
But me and Ron really hittin this bitch
I hit it from the front and the backside
Got two Glocks on my left and my right side, yea
(?)shine with left hand
Got a Glock 9 in my right hand
Got a her macked in with my back hand
Poured up a four so I'm tipsy
Fucked on a hoe and she missed me
Fuck on this hoe she like Misty
She talented like Beyonce
Goin dumb like Lebron James
And I had me a Dior suit
And I fucked on her today
Yea, and she gave me head, toupee
Ayyy, and we came in like..
[Chorus: TwompboyMarley]
Y’all really want war with these 'rillas
I double back, up the score on these niggas
Really want war with these niggas
I double back, up the score on these niggas
Poured up a four on these niggas
My young niggas got a store on em
Poured up a four on these niggas
I sold dope at the store lil nigga