War! Lyrics - Quadeca

[Chorus: Quadeca] 

These shoes are from Christian Dior yeah (huhh) 

I'm not a kid anymore (no, I'm not bitch) 

Look at what I did to the store (what I did, yeah) 

They don't make this anymore uh (they, do not!) 

They don't make shit like this anymore (they, do not!) 

If you gon' try to diss, best be sure huh (best be sure) 

Cleaning up rappers this shit a chore huh (sweep, sweep) 

Yeah, If you want war then it's war bitch (then it's war uh) 

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[Verse 1: Quadeca] 

You ain't a part of this, using my artifice 

I put my heart in this 

Look where I started, I ain't need a starter kit 

I've been a starter since in kindergarden 

And who are you harder than, you are not harder than me (huh?) 

I changed my numbers I'm harder to reach 

I tell my pages I'm harder to read 

Say you know me, but I find that hard to believe 

Yeah, oh 

Sorry I'm not nice (sorry) 

They like: 

Oh He just came through in some Nikes, but these shits is Off Whites 

They all be buggin' when I go up off of the top like I got lice 

I turn this shit freaky friday, I'll make you think you on the wrong life 

You in the wrong life bitch 

Media painted the wrong light 

Hard to hide up in the spotlight 

She do anything for me 

I'm a Klondike bitch 

I live two lives when I'm online 

Offline, everything on the line 

Fuck all the clout 

This is not 'bout a dollar sign 

Bottom line that's just the bottom line 

Pulled up you stood sayin nothing 

Just like you forgot your lines 

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[Chorus: Quadeca] 

These shoes are from Christian Dior yeah (huhh) 

I'm not a kid anymore huh (no, I'm not bitch) 

Look at what I did to the store (what I did) 

They don't make this anymore huh (they, do not!) 

They don't make shit like this anymore (they, do not!) 

If you gon' try to diss, best be sure huh (best be sure) 

Cleaning up rappers this shit a chore (sweep, sweep) 

Yeah, If you want war then it's war bitch (then it's war huh) 

[Verse: 2] 

Dax! 

Niggas want beef? 

Put it in a caption 

Niggas want tweet? 

Never 'bout rapping 

I was in the trap when they ask me what happened? 

I gripped on a tech 

Sorry man, now I'm blasting (HAHAHA) 

What I said when he panic 

Blood on my shirt? 

Yeah, new fashion 

Just bought a whip and I ran to the mansion 

And Flex on a bitch, and I pop with this handgun 

One shot and you dead 

HB, two pencil ass nigga 

'Cus I always got lead 

Two free throws, two shots 

One chest one to your head 

911 speed dial, man down that's what I said 

Who you know, was a janitor went and got rich 

Copped a whip that you peel of the lot 

Who you know be a thug, who would murder a nigga 

Then talk and go move like Barack 

Who you know got a jumper like Curry and dunk on a nigga like Shaq on the block 

Who you know, got a- 

You don't know nobody 

[Chorus: Quadeca] 

These shoes are from Christian Dior yeah (huhh) 

I'm not a kid anymore (no, I'm not bitch) 

Look at what I did to the store (what I did) 

They don't make this anymore uh (they, do not!) 

They don't make shit like this anymore (they, do not!) 

If you gon' try to diss, best be sure uh (best be sure) 

Cleaning up rappers this shit a chore (sweep, sweep) 

Yeah, If you want war then it's war bitch (then it's war uh)