Warzon3 by Trappo Stoke Lyrics
[Hook]
Got two O's, told my younger "Pebble that"
Shotting in the warzone, something like Iraq
And if I see them pagan boys then they're due to getting clapped
And I ain't into that talking, I ain't into chat
Keep acting up then you might get a smack
Niggas know my team, yeah we roll with our pack
And if I see that pagan boy then I'll draw for the strap
[Verse 1]
Yo I said it's Big Trappo, I'm out on the backroads
Serving all them crack stones, mixing down the bash loads
All of my brothers getting rich up off of trap phones
Never ever slap bro, hit him with the wap yo
Them niggas on the talking, I ain't into the chat though
No fist fights, I just get to my Rambo
And free up all my brothers, can't wait until they land home
Jail life's fucked, got him talking off a Zanco
And you know that my dons really do this
From day I've always been a screw loose kid
I fell in love with violence and them shootings
Talking like they're winning but them pussies all losing
And if you're talking bout punch-ups
Then my donnies went and bruised him
No time for slacking, if I see him then I shoot him
And no new members, are you stupid?
Cah in my time yeah I've seen a lot of Judas
And that's why a brudda's really tryna stack mine
Seen the ends doing numbers all up off of crack lines
And if it's that time and then I'll slap mine
And fuck the other side, I don't need to act guys
I'm a mad man, don't try and test me
Walking through my ends, you best roll with that vest G
Cah it gets sticky, it gets wet B
Nuff kicks up in his head like it's Jet Li
[Hook]
Got two O's, told my younger "Pebble that"
Shotting in the warzone, something like Iraq
And if I see them pagan boys then they're due to getting clapped
And I ain't into that talking, I ain't into chat
Keep acting up then you might get a smack
Niggas know my team, yeah we roll with our pack
And if I see that pagan boy then I'll draw for the strap
[Verse 2]
And you don't wanna see Trappo go skitz
Opp block touring, doing laps with the stick
Came to the block and his whip got a brick
Came out the car and them pussios slipped
Yeah he caught a couple bangs and they caught a couple dips
My niggas all trap, they can never go legit
That's how it is when you're living in them bits
And them guys too catty, yeah they're moving like some nits
And if you catch me doing laps on the backstreets
Just know I'm bout to probably link a couple crack fiends
He came for an eight-on-eight, that's a mad spree
Licking all these shots round town up in a taxi
And that's the reason why these feds can't catch me
Selling all these bags of food like McD's
Team full of certi Pakis who will slap sweets
I can never snake for P, it ain't that deep
And in my Riz it's my Cali that I'm rolling
You don't wanna cross my donny in the stolen
Cause you can get fucked if you're fucking with the motion
Opps getting wet up and I ain't talking bout the ocean
Talking dirt on my team then we're gonna smoke him
Smoke him like a pack when the pack comes potent
Like J.I., yeah I've been up on my own shit
Buck me in the field and you'll get hit up with that chrome stick
And in the streets you better roll with your toolie
If you're walking through my ends you better tuck your jewellery
Half-hearted dons, they can never go and do me
Wrap him in a Riz and smoke him up like a doobie
Talking like they're O.G.'s when their team's full of newbies
Grind every day cause paper chasing, that's a routine
Claim that they're bangers, ain't nobody shooting
If I pull up on your block, make a mazza, do a booting
[Hook]
Got two O's, told my younger "Pebble that"
Shotting in the warzone, something like Iraq
And if I see them pagan boys then they're due to getting clapped
And I ain't into that talking, I ain't into chat
Keep acting up then you might get a smack
Niggas know my team, yeah we roll with our pack
And if I see that pagan boy then I'll draw for the strap
Got two O's, told my younger "Pebble that"
Shotting in the warzone, something like Iraq
And if I see them pagan boys then they're due to getting clapped
And I ain't into that talking, I ain't into chat
Keep acting up then you might get a smack
Niggas know my team, yeah we roll with our pack
And if I see that pagan boy then I'll draw for the strap
[Verse 1]
Yo I said it's Big Trappo, I'm out on the backroads
Serving all them crack stones, mixing down the bash loads
All of my brothers getting rich up off of trap phones
Never ever slap bro, hit him with the wap yo
Them niggas on the talking, I ain't into the chat though
No fist fights, I just get to my Rambo
And free up all my brothers, can't wait until they land home
Jail life's fucked, got him talking off a Zanco
And you know that my dons really do this
From day I've always been a screw loose kid
I fell in love with violence and them shootings
Talking like they're winning but them pussies all losing
And if you're talking bout punch-ups
Then my donnies went and bruised him
No time for slacking, if I see him then I shoot him
And no new members, are you stupid?
Cah in my time yeah I've seen a lot of Judas
And that's why a brudda's really tryna stack mine
Seen the ends doing numbers all up off of crack lines
And if it's that time and then I'll slap mine
And fuck the other side, I don't need to act guys
I'm a mad man, don't try and test me
Walking through my ends, you best roll with that vest G
Cah it gets sticky, it gets wet B
Nuff kicks up in his head like it's Jet Li
[Hook]
Got two O's, told my younger "Pebble that"
Shotting in the warzone, something like Iraq
And if I see them pagan boys then they're due to getting clapped
And I ain't into that talking, I ain't into chat
Keep acting up then you might get a smack
Niggas know my team, yeah we roll with our pack
And if I see that pagan boy then I'll draw for the strap
[Verse 2]
And you don't wanna see Trappo go skitz
Opp block touring, doing laps with the stick
Came to the block and his whip got a brick
Came out the car and them pussios slipped
Yeah he caught a couple bangs and they caught a couple dips
My niggas all trap, they can never go legit
That's how it is when you're living in them bits
And them guys too catty, yeah they're moving like some nits
And if you catch me doing laps on the backstreets
Just know I'm bout to probably link a couple crack fiends
He came for an eight-on-eight, that's a mad spree
Licking all these shots round town up in a taxi
And that's the reason why these feds can't catch me
Selling all these bags of food like McD's
Team full of certi Pakis who will slap sweets
I can never snake for P, it ain't that deep
And in my Riz it's my Cali that I'm rolling
You don't wanna cross my donny in the stolen
Cause you can get fucked if you're fucking with the motion
Opps getting wet up and I ain't talking bout the ocean
Talking dirt on my team then we're gonna smoke him
Smoke him like a pack when the pack comes potent
Like J.I., yeah I've been up on my own shit
Buck me in the field and you'll get hit up with that chrome stick
And in the streets you better roll with your toolie
If you're walking through my ends you better tuck your jewellery
Half-hearted dons, they can never go and do me
Wrap him in a Riz and smoke him up like a doobie
Talking like they're O.G.'s when their team's full of newbies
Grind every day cause paper chasing, that's a routine
Claim that they're bangers, ain't nobody shooting
If I pull up on your block, make a mazza, do a booting
[Hook]
Got two O's, told my younger "Pebble that"
Shotting in the warzone, something like Iraq
And if I see them pagan boys then they're due to getting clapped
And I ain't into that talking, I ain't into chat
Keep acting up then you might get a smack
Niggas know my team, yeah we roll with our pack
And if I see that pagan boy then I'll draw for the strap