World War Ii Lyrics - Self Explanatory - Yo Gotti

[Hook:] 

It's a World War Three, nigga 

Fuckin' wit me, nigga 

My niggas wit it, wit it, I&E, nigga 

World War Three nigga, 

Fuckin' wit me, nigga 

My niggas wit it, wit it, WB bitch 

It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin' wit Gotti boy 

I'm bout to separate yo soul from yo body boy 

I got that chopper boy, coming through yo block boy 

And you can't stop us boy, betta call the coppers boy 

My niggas wit it, wit it 

Money, we get it, get it 

I see my target, regardless I hit it, hit it 

Bullets ain't got no name 

Gotti ain't playin' games 

Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim 

Situations don't matter, put yo head on a platter 

Catch the cut then bitch, I shed, born, and rattle 

Got on yo head, feel you ready, got on yo best? 

You say you beefin' wit Gotti you livin' then you blessed 

Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a revolution 

I ain't gone chill, until I get a execution 

Fu-Fuck a institution, bitch this a revolution 

I ain't gone chill, until I get a execution 

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[Hook] 

So you say you want to break the law 

What about when I break your jaw? 

What about, when I come through your hood, sideways in a Regal, me and my 

People, stuntin' wit a Sod-Off 

I say you want to think, before you do that 

You don't really want to see me run through that 

I'm screamin out Gotti, before I got him so why you screamin' "Who that?" 

You say you want to wild out 

But you don't want to foul out 

What the fuck you thinkin' bout? 

See you fuckin' wit a block burner, when shit get hot it melt, ain't no 

Photos 

Tellin' how it turn out 

I'm bringin' fame to the streets in a proper way 

Represent I&E each and every day 

Yo Gotti, motherfucker, what the fuck you say? 

My grill ain't real, my shit don't shine in your face 

How many niggas had six figgas, besides Jigga 

Before the rap game came, me and my niggas 

Representin' down south 

Wit plat up in our mouth 

Shit, bricks, and chips is what I'm all about 

Say it again 

Rewind the shit, Play it again,?, ?, record again 

Cause you fuckin wit a nigga, bring war again 

[Hook] 

I scream attention! (WHO?) 

If you a I&E solider pay attention! (WHY?) 

Cause it's some serious shit I'm bout to mention! (WHAT?) 

Go and get that nigga, so I can lynch him! (WHO?) 

Don't ever join my team and try to exit (BITCH) 

That's like having a Lexus and won't flex it (BITCH) 

I know you like the ice up in my bracelet (BITCH) 

It's all about the sign around my necklace (BITCH) 

You reckless (BITCH) 

You had the advantage 

Now you can't do nothing, but panic 

Like a hoe, wanting it rough, but you too romantic 

I'm the number one writer 

Who say that they tighter? 

That's just like bringing a fight, up out of a fighter 

Trick, I'm ready for it, never 'noid, so energetic 

And with that slick shit you pull, you make me feel disrespected 

It's a World War Three nigga, fuckin wit Gotti boy 

I ain't no studio gangsta I bring the drama boy 

[Hook: until end]