Fundz – War Vet

Fundz – War Vet Lyrics

Artist: Fundz
Song: War Vet

Well, good luck, Ron [Well, good luck, Ron
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah
n#gg#s be way too moody, n#gg#s be way too moody
n#gg#s be way too moody, n#gg#s be way too moody
n#gg#s be way too moody, n#gg#s be way too moody

n#gg#s be way too moody, n#gg#s be way too moody [Yeah]
Wake a b#tch up like a rest stop
b#tch, I move like a boss under pressure
We’ll make a n#gg# fold like a laptop

And I’ll never fold like a desktop
He a ho, she made him sleep in the wet spot
Ain’t no way he come around with his chest out
Keepin’ up with the cap, get his hat cocked

She suck dick with her hands cocked like Hancock
I’m still with the same n#gg#s from the sandbox
I been a big dog way before Sandlot
Aim at a n#gg# head with the red dot

This a it only shoot headshots
I took a flight to the Bay just to recharge
And I’m rollin’ up skunk in a tree bark
n#gg#s gotta hold an image like a PR

Send him down to the ER
He on the ‘net, n#gg# livin’ in the VR
Where I come from, you can’t have a weak heart
And my teacher told me I wouldn’t be smart

But I don’t trust hoes, they retards
f#ck, I’m still standin’ ten toes like a leotard
I told her I ain’t tryna kick it, I ain’t Leonard
But I can still paint a picture like Leonard’

But I ain’t talkin’ ’bout DiCaprio
b#tch stink, she a baddy, though
I can’t lie, she got a fatty, though
But I ain’t tryna FaceTime, send an addy, though

I’m still up and I ain’t even need a Addy, though
I make a old b#tch call a n#gg# “Daddy-o”
While I’m countin’ on the green like Luigi
I ain’t never say this shit’ll be easy

I’m outside with the squad like recess
n#gg#s f#ckin’ up the game, hit reset
My boy ran through the clip, he don’t need track
Ran through another clip, that’s a heat check

He think he hot, cool him off with a ice pack
I go berserk and these n#gg#s ain’t like that
I took a break, then a n#gg# came right back
The way I feel, I ain’t never gotta type that

n#gg#s be way too moody
But they don’t do none, but talk like a poet
How you claim that you real? You don’t show that
That’s how n#gg#s gettin’ stretched like a 4X

I’m steppin’ on a n#gg# neck like a doormat
I’m startin’ to think the .45 got Torx
We’ll walk a n#gg# down to his doorstep
And if you make it out the ‘Raq, you a war vet

If you make it out the ‘Raq, you a war vet
Make it out of Chi-Raq, you a motherf#ckin’ war vet
Make it out of Chicago, n#gg#, you a war vet
Make it out of Chi-Town, you a motherf#ckin’ war vet

Be way too moody
n#gg#s be way too moody, n#gg#s be way too moody
n#gg#s be way too moody, n#gg#s be way too moody
n#gg#s be way too moody, n#gg#s be way too moody

Yeah, yeah
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Release Year: 2022