I Need War Lyrics - Young Thug

T.I.P and Young Thugger, nigga 

Yeah, you know Tip bangin' nigga 

Ain't nothing changed but the bezels and the rings 

Watches and the chains 

Hey, your future my past, I treat yo' ho ass 

Just like a bitch, I will do yo' ho ass 

My Mack 10 is in the galactic, what's crackin? 

You looking for action, I'll Pluto your ass 

Lookin' for some trouble, what it do nigga? 

I don't really need but a few niggas 

And for the most part, I'm a cool nigga 

But I'll stomp a mud hole into you nigga 

Check it, the ho shit you kick, I'm not with it 

You put it on them, I'mma mind my business 

But if you come in my yard, disregard my gangsta 

Well I aim that banger, nigga find out, didn't he? 

I put his ass in a box on timeout 

For the wrong thought, blow a nigga mind out 

You was talking all that shit, now what you crying bout? 

When it go down, I'm the wrong one to rhyme bout nigga 

Say you did what? What you lying bout nigga? 

I'm a front street nigga, you a wannabe nigga 

Everybody know you don't want none of me nigga 

Armageddon for you what it gonna be nigga 

Hey, all I gotta do is make my plan 

All the motherfucking games, I don't play my man 

If I slap his ass now in the mouth, bet next 

Time I see him, pussy nigga tryna shake my hand 

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Pull-up shooting out the avalanche, heavy 

Since I counted blue cheese, I ain't liking ranch, I done 

Sold a hundred thousand Benjamins just like I got a plan, hey 

Let me see your hands if you feel like you the man 

I want war nigga 

Pull up, pull up, pull up, I need war nigga 

Shooters need some war, hey 

I swear to, I need the war 

Hey, Thugger, uh 

Pull up in a car, two hundred stars 

(What you shooting nigga?) AK, no handgun, uh 

Man, goddamn, goddamn 

Pullin' up in the Lamb, cop that bitch and go H.A.M 

Damn, pull up to the spot, shoot up nigga ground 

Damn, catch a nigga down, better rob him for they hear him 

Ooh, catch me on the block, Young Thug got grams 

Ooh, pull it, pull it, boot up 

Nigga got K's on K's on shooters 

Hey, hey-hey, hey 

Hey, hey, hey-hey-hey 

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I swear to fucking god, man 

Hey man, I'm ready 

Hey look man, I'm ready to go on cash out 

Hey man, nigga, diamonds to dog shit 

Nigga, you don't get rich, nigga, next three years 

Nigga, I swear to God, nigga 

You show me a ten-million dollar tax return 

I'll give you ten million dollars man 

Three years man! Bitch ass