I Need War

[Intro: 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

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Hey, your future my past, I shoot yo' hoe ass

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

My MAC-10 is intergalactic, what's crackin'?

You lookin' 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 mudhole into you, nigga, check it

The hoe shit you kick, I'm not wit' it

You pull it over there, I'ma mind my business

But if you come in my yard, disregard my gangsta

Will 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 talkin' all that shit, now what'chu cryin' 'bout?

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

Say-say-say you did what? What cha lyin' '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

And if I slap his ass now in the mouth

Bet next time I see him, pussy nigga try to shake my hand

[Chorus: Young Thug]

(Haha-haha)

Pull-up shootin' out the Avalanche

Ever since I counted blue cheese, I ain't likin' ranch

I done sold a hunnid thousand bales of midgets like I got a plant (Heyyy)

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

Shoot, I need some war, heyyyyy

I swear to-I need the war

Hey, W-A-R

[Verse 2: Young Thug & T.I.]

Pull up in a car, two hunnid stars

What you shooting nigga? A.K., no handgun, uh

Man, god damn, god damn

Pullin' up in the Lamb (Doors up), cock that bitch and go ham

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

D-Damn, catch a nigga down bad, rob him ‘fore they hear him

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

Ooh (Tell 'em bout it now, shawty, hold up)

Ooh (Tell 'em bout it now, shawty)

Ooh

Who there? Nigga got K's on K's on shooters

Hey, hey-hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey-hey-hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Pull-up shootin' out the Avalanche

Ever since I counted blue cheese, I ain't likin' ranch

I done sold a hunnid thousand bales of midgets like I got a plant (Heyyy)

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

Shoot, I need some war, heyyyyy

I swear to-I need the war

Hey, W-A-R

[Outro: T.I.]

Ay, true facts, nik

I swear to fuckin' 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, nigga

Three years, nigga!

Bitch ass