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Lyrics: Stunna Gambino – Warzone

Warzone Lyrics

Stunna Gambino
Stunna Gambino

Warzone Lyrics

By Stunna Gambino

[Intro]
(Andyr)

[Pre-Chorus: Stunna Gambino]
I’m from that warzone
Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself, I’ma represent the trenches ’til we all on, uh (All on)
Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons, we gon’ keep on spinnin’, spinnin’ ’til they all gone, uh (All gone)
Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings, you ain’t here, it be fucking with my hormones (Hormones)
Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh

[Chorus: Stunna Gambino]
My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine
Brand-new big old 40, put it to his dome piece
Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes
If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him
How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?
How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin’
Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what’s brackin’?
Brackin’, pull up in that⁠—, make you vanish

[Verse 1: Stunna Gambino]
Body-ody (Boom)
They keep mentionin’ my name like I won’t put ’em in the grave, oh my (Oh my)
They gon’ make me catch a body-ody
I spent fifty on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)
I be preachin’ to they souls, give ’em somethin’ to relate
I ain’t recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face
He went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate
I know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day
I’m from that warzone, uh
I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding
Uh, uh, I’m from that warzone
Uh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can’t even make believe it
Intoxicatin’ my body, I don’t really need it (Need it)
Bought my lil’ brother a Moncler, you should’ve seen him cheesin’ (Cheesin’)
My mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain’t listen
He caught a headshot from that Glock, ain’t find a witness (Boom, boom)

[Pre-Chorus: Stunna Gambino]
I’m from that warzone
Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself, I’ma represent the trenches ’til we all on, uh (All on)
Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons, we gon’ keep on spinnin’, spinnin’ ’til they all gone, uh (All gone)
Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings, you ain’t here, it be fucking with my hormones (Hormones)
Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh

[Chorus: Stunna Gambino]
My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine
Brand-new big old 40, put it to his dome piece
Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes
If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him
How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?
How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin’
Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what’s brackin’?
Brackin’, pull up in that⁠—, make you vanish

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Look, shoot like Curry, holdin’ steady, uh
Turn around after my shot like I already know it’s wetty
I told lil’ bro, “Keep one up top,” he like, “I know already”
Way more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage
Okay, I’m deady, but I’m ready, sorry if I’m heavy
Me and my niggas stickin’ together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy
All I do is pass this to my left side like I’m a lefty
I’m tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don’t regret it
She’s takin’ off my Tommies, huh?
Fuckin’ on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me
Bullet make your head bob, huh?
Put you right up on that t-shirt, ain’t no politickin’
I love all my bros, free my savages until it’s backwards
I can’t be lackin’, I’m reactin’ before your reaction
I could’ve black smoked that nigga, but I don’t do backstabbin’
If he turn into a snake, wait ’til he eat the rat, look
Desert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin’ backflip
I’m anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions
In the sky, but just in case it ain’t no way to clap him
It’s a warzone back home, I swear

[Chorus: Stunna Gambino]
Ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine
Brand-new big old 40, put it to his dome piece
Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes
If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him
How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?
How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin’
Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what’s brackin’?
Brackin’, pull up in that⁠—, make you vanish

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