Who Decides War

[Verse 1]
Uh, gold chain with the beater
I just walk around like Al Capone
I'm Italian blood, I thought you knew that
I dropped the top of the two seater
AMG wintertime in California, where it's cool at
Just left the stu with Smirky
He had a bag full of money
On top of the boys enough to buy a new house
Gave the valet a ticket to bringe the coupe round (Skrrt)
I don't need to rap on beats
You hear the wolf howl
Hop out the whip when I'm faded
I look at my wrist it's a Audemar
Bitches I fuck with back then probably mad as fuck I got it popping now
I pray to God every day for my blessings
I'm forever thankful, yeah
Pull up, hop out (Skrrt), shooting from every angle

[Chorus]
It goes la-di-da-di-da-di-da
This is not your typical love song
I've been drinkin' all night long
Regretting all the things that I've done
Go la-di-da-di-da-di-da-da
Seachin' for the high power
Roll my problems up in this blunt
Take it to the face till I'm done

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I hit 3 7 5 up in NYC
I told Danny; "I need a new Moncler fit"
I'm with Taylor in Miami for Art Basel
Who decides war around me
I like the way the pants sit
Heartbroken with a double cup
It's dirty as fuck but at least the opps still sayin' this
It's just me and the steppers that I came with
Play with them wrong and they leaving your ass brainless
Dior hoodie cost somebodys rent, when I'm in Neiman's
I be acting like a dumbass, oh
She dumped me back when I was broke
And now I'm up so I don't trip about no dumbass hoe
Most my friends peaked in high school
I had to level up and let these dumbass go
Now I'm with models lookin' straight out of Vogue
I grab my life and took control

[Chorus]
It goes la-di-da-di-da-di-da
This is not your typical love song
I've been drinkin' all night long
Regretting all the things I've done
Go la-di-da-di-da-di-da-da
Seachin' for the high power
Roll my problems up in this blunt
Take it to the face till I'm done