Warrior (feat. T-Shyne, Lil Keed & Big Sean)

Keed, talk to 'em Chorus: Lil Keed Warrior, warrior Warrior, warrior, warrior Ah Warrior, warrior Woo, warrior, warrior Ah Warrior, warrior Let's go, warrior, warrior Woo Post-Chorus: Lil Keed Shoot it up like we at the fuckin' gun range Brr I was on the block, nigga, selling your ring Yeah, I talk to her, gotta get it authentic Yeah, Porsche 911, came panoramic Shootin' this stick, yeah, we aim at the ribs Now my freak hoes all at my crib Keed, talk to 'em I'm the best dressed, doin' the dab, I killed I ran it up, show respect to Nip F&N stick, we got extra clips Yeah, we hit head, legs, and lips Verse 1: T-Shyne & Lil Keed Check out my drip, everything is Rick All of this money, I stack it like Ritz Woah Yeah, I'm a dog just like I was a pit Grr He said he move pounds, but he just sold a zip A zip I be backstage, I'm too lit for the VIP Yeah Just got the crib, I'm with Vito and Strick Slatt Malibu life, niggas finally rich Woo All of these diamonds, I live like a prince Yeah These niggas pussy, they gettin' exposed Exposed My new girl look like she come right outta Vogue Vogue Paid for her shoes and I paid for her toes Yeah I'm so high, I can't go shopping at Lowe's I'm having racks in my pockets, of course Let's go These niggas snitchin', they work for the force Let's go Bitch, I'm up, might buy crib and a horse Horse There's only one me, ain't no multiple choice Pull up on your block, then we spin that shit Spin that Hanging out the roof, yeah, we won't miss No Every nigga with me, yeah, they got drip Drip I was out in LA with a Hollywood bitch Yeah Hangin' with my opp, get shot Get shot I'm a warrior, tearin' up the block Warrior Trap nigga, makin' money off the clock Woo Give me top and I told her, “Don't stop” Keed, talk to em Chorus: Lil Keed, T-Shyne & Both Warrior Warrior, warrior Warrior, warrior Warrior, warrior Warrior, ah Warrior Warrior, warrior Warrior, woo, warrior Warrior, warrior Warrior, ah Warrior Warrior, warrior Warrior, let's go, warrior Warrior, warrior Warrior, woo Post-Chorus: Lil Keed & Big Sean Shoot it up like we at the fuckin' gun range Brr I was on the block, nigga, selling your ring Yeah, I talk to her, gotta get it authentic Yeah, Porsche 911, came panoramic Shootin' this stick, yeah, we aim at the ribs Now my freak hoes all at my crib Keed, talk to 'em I'm the best dressed, doin' the dab, I killed I ran it up, show respect to Nip F&N stick, we got extra clips Yeah, we hit head, legs, and lips Damn Verse 2: Big Sean Bitch I'm that pressure, I fuck up the extras Woah, woah They did everything that they could, except catch up I'm cut from that cloth that you can't even measure The girl of your dreams for real makin' my bed up For real Been eatin' forever, I ain't even fed up For real G-lock on me, I be set for the setup I got her in love and we ain't even met up Don't ask me for shit, don't even ask me no questions Nobody work harder than ones who ain't beggin' I was then, now, and I'm next Next And I'm goin' Dray, Klay, and Steph Woah Warrior, warrior, warrior Damn I'm in Euphoria, Waldorf Astoria Get the deal done, I'm callin' the lawyers up Brr Slide out to dinner, and it's already finished They needin' my signature while I'm still ordering Boy Self progress, I ain't pressed or impressed Die 'fore I digress and I got no regrets No And we wipe out the opps 'til they got no one left Flesh and my flesh goin' young DMX Told 'em 2015 that we way up, we blessed Blessed Nigga, I got no time to be stressin' bout stress No Feel reincarnated, B.I.G I guess it is life after death, lil' bitch Keed, talk to 'em Chorus: Lil Keed, T-Shyne & Both Warrior Warrior, warrior Warrior, warrior Warrior, warrior Warrior, ah Warrior Warrior, warrior Warrior, woo, warrior Warrior, warrior Warrior, ah Warrior Warrior, warrior Warrior, let's go, warrior Warrior, warrior Warrior, woo Post-Chorus: Lil Keed Shoot it up like we at the fuckin' gun range Brr I was on the block, nigga, selling your ring Yeah, I talk to her, gotta get it authentic Yeah, Porsche 911, came panoramic Shootin' this stick, yeah, we aim at the ribs Now my freak hoes all at my crib Keed, talk to 'em I'm the best dressed, doin' the dab, I killed I ran it up, show respect to Nip F&N stick, we got extra clips Yeah, we hit head, legs, and lips