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Mpmania Mix 39

Fredo Bang – “War Time” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Fredo Bang premieres the visual for “War Time” co-produced by Hardbody B-Eazy, DJ Chose & ThisABeats. Read the lyrics, stream, buy the song.

Fredo Bang War Time

Fredo Bang War Time

Fredo Bang slides through with a brand new record with intention of setting the streets ablaze. The rapper’s came through with a vengeance with his latest single, “War Time.” Tackling bluesy Southern production, the rapper provides menacing bars detailing violence and revenge.

The release of Bang’s latest record comes after he dropped the remix to “Trust Issues” ft. NLE Choppa.

Fredo Bang – War Time (prod. Hardbody B-Eazy, DJ Chose & ThisABeats)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Wait hol’ up, This ABeats)
(Ain’t that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose)
Come with that motherfuckin’ bag, we gon’ get you together
I’ma tell you
On my mama and yours

Ayy Dolo, we shootin’ outside

[Verse]
First grade, was to myself, I never liked to play
Woke up, grabbed the stick like, “Who gon’ die today?”
When it come to murder, I don’t hesitate
I was in that bottom just the other day
You niggas rap ’bout kids, I’m [?], bring out that yellow tape
Put his feet up in the air, that’s what Osama say
Dissin’ on the ‘net, I’m tryna see how many your [?] take
Every time they come around, we treat it like a holiday
Aimin’ for his head, took off a ear, he ain’t listen anyway
I might pop out in your section with my weapon, ain’t no checkin’ in
All the killers give me my respect, they know I get it in
Ain’t nothin’ on this bitch, I need her mouth, I tell her, “Get it right” (Get it right)
Clutchin’ on my stick all up in class, you can ask FunnyMike
Ain’t gotta rep on bodies, bitch, I got ’em, if you know you know
Pull up, servin’ niggas door to door, we just like Domino’s
And I know what to do when pussy niggas wanna do the most
Heat ’em, just like strippers, drop a bag, they shakin’ by they toes
Like to spend a ten, if I wanna her bad, I’ll prolly spend a dub
Trollin’ on the ‘Gram to get some fame, that nigga die for a buzz
Last time we heard him speak, he said he’d come and wipe my nose
They ain’t even cry about that nigga since his funeral (Turn me up)

[Chorus]
It go grrah, what that switch do
Pick your partner up, he a tissue
It go grrah, what that switch do
Pick your dawg up, he a tissue
Grrah, what that switch do
Pick your dad up, he a tissue (Pick your mans up)
Grrah, what that switch do
Pick your cousin up, he a tissue (Pick your mans up)
It go grrah, what that switch do
Pick your partner up, he a tissue
It go grrah, what that switch do
Pick your dawg up, he a tissue

[Outro]
What you mean, Gucci slippers in here?
Only nigga in the penitentiary with the red Gucci slides, man, that ain’t Blood shit, man
Wait hold up, man, that’s Gucci’s, man
Come, come with that motherfuckin’ bag, we gon’ get you together
I’ma tell you
On my mama and yours

From now on, I got hella investments
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
War time

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