Young Thug
I Need War
[Intro: Young Thug]
T.I.P. and Young Thugger, n***a
Yeah, you know Tip bangin' n***a
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 n***a?
I don't really need but a few n***as
And for the most part, I'm a cool n***a
But I'll stomp a mudhole into you, n***a, 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? N***a find out, didn't he?
I put his ass in a box on timeout
For the wrong thought, blow a n***a 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, n***a
Say-say-say you did what? What cha lyin' 'bout, n***a?
I'm a front street n***a, you a wannabe n***a
Everybody know you don't want none of me, n***a
Armageddon for you, what it gonna be, n***a?
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 n***a 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, n***a
Pull up, pull up, pull up
I need war, n***a
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 n***a? 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 n***a ground
D-Damn, catch a n***a 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? N***a 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, n***a
Pull up, pull up, pull up
I need war, n***a
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, n***a, diamonds to dog shit
N***a, you don't get rich, n***a, next three years
N***a, I swear to God, n***a
You show me a ten million dollar tax return
I'll give you ten million dollars, n***a
Three years, n***a!
Bitch ass