XV - Whoa lyrics

My n***as roll with they gun on 'em Stacks keep the funds on 'em Heat on they waist like the whole damn sun's on him I ain't a gangster, I ain't busting a heater I strip n***as make 'em need they body cuffed to the heater Say my name, homie, I'ma listen, don't play no games I'ma get 'em, don't blame it on friendly competition The weaker they are the more they talk They keeping it raw, the speakers is off We going to march War it is, I'm bored with this Writing for noting, these n***as ain't fighting for nothing They ain't throwing no punches, they should just give it up I'm the insignia for getting bucks You should be the logo for h*mos sh**'s in the stores, watch it go slow While mine's speed out on the street route If this is real beef, watch your knees out Trying to through a peace sign like peace out Tell 'em all to be out