[Intro]
(All Out War)
It's a all out war about this shit, for real
And we ain't gon' play about it either
And this shit really on the floor right now
And I'm still on that one, ay yeah, alright, alright
(313 Mafia)

[Verse]
They gon' slide when them racks drop automatically
Make a bitch walk the blade 'til her feet raggedy
I just had to slap my bitch, got her friend mad at me
He tried to play about them racks and ended up in tragedies
I blew a hundred in two weeks, it ain't no fuckin' salary
I'm on the sideline wit' Meek havin' talks wit' management
You can get a nine five for cheap, you know the block right?
Park yo' whip on the side, go to the door and knock twicе
We caught him wit' his music playin' loud, at the stoplight
I'm printin' up checks and droppin' 'еm at the bank, make sure the cut right
I know a bitch who never pay her bills but got a booked flight
I'm rich as hell, they wonderin' how I feel, what do it look like?
My mans said he got a two man, what do she look like?
I poured a pint and blew a half zip but I don't look high
That fan on me, a n***a tweak in this bitch won't be a good night
My plug just sent a brick wit' a stamp on it, that Ice Spice
The feds raid the block everyday, we need a new spot
Shoot this bitch 'til it's overheatin', I need a new chop
Ridin' wit' twenty years in the car, if they flick us go
He got robbed without a strap, he a bitch for sure
She askin' me for shit like I'm a ham, she got the [?]
You know her face all in the camera like she cute but way past her goal
It ain't no gettin' next to me, the closest you gon' get is a show
I know a bitch who pretty and she thick but ain't got motion though
You the type get under pressure and take the stand
N***a you the type they pulled out on the block and leave yo' mans
I'm on my phone hittin' plays while I'm movin' gram
He said he got a play on the floor, you can include me in
He tried to get down with the gang, we had to jump him in
He already made his bed when he dissed me, time to tuck him in
We hit his block all day, don't know what truck we in
These lil' n***as ain't never had no bread, don't know what stuntin' is
I hit his bitch and his bitch, don't know what cuffin' is
She was just doin' all my plays, I never touched the bitch
You too busy doin' all that rappin', never touched a brick
You just bought that bitch just to show it, never blew yo' stick
[Outro]
N***as ain't never blew they stick
Hey it be them same n***as though who-, hey
Yeah, alright
(All Out War, 313 Mafia)