Ready for War
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Mm, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Lil Tjay, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
When you see me rockin' my chain, got like 20K in my mains
Nigga, no I never felt like I'ma stain, glizzy come everywhere, niggas in pain
And we ready for war, grab that choppa come straight to your door
Leave they body left down on the floor, drop a body, go searchin' for more
Hit the trap 'til it's gone, back it up with a mask 'cause it's strong
On my way to the top, I belong, man, I've seen so much that my feelings are gone
Opps slide, and we scorin', can't slide, keep a strap, that's important
Accuracy, I be shootin' like I'm Jordan (Jordan, Jordan, Jordan)
Y'all pussy ass niggas don't know the struggle
Livin' off ramen noodles and peanut butter, oh, I got a spoiler
Lil' shawty pussy drippin' that Florida water (oh), that misery, all that pain, and misery
Back when 'em hoes wasn't feelin' me, now my choppa made from Italy
Ooh, I heard he was a shooter
I heard he was a shooter
I heard he was a shooter, and he ready to go, oh-oh
Got the big Glock in his backpack after school (school)
And he ready to bust it, and make the news (news)
I don't care, nah, what you say, yeah, he breaks the rules
And you know, you know
That I'm tryna go far (tryna make it out)
Can you make it out this far? (Tryna go away)
And she screamin' outta love (got a heart to break)
But she got a broken heart (oh)
Oh no, oh no, she wanna go to Pluto
Oh no, oh no, there's somethin' that you should see
Oh-oh, oh-oh, this is a dynasty
Young nigga world (young nigga word)
17, but I feel like I'm grown, when I was locked up, ridin' on my own
And you know when I'm finna go home
But I'm here right now, can't slack, I'ma snap, this my year right now (my year right now)
They gon' stare, bling blow (bling-blow), I done came this far in a year, like how? (Like how?)
We don't like to play fair (no fair)
Send my killers out lurkin' make that boy disappear (that boy disappear)
We don't like to play games (no games)
They like, "Lil Tjay, he made it, he doin' his thing" (he doin' his thing)
And I'm still with my bros (I'm still with my bros)
I'ma do it for Smelly, you know how it goes (you know how it goes)
Sip a little Patrón (oh)
Told the opps, "Grab a life, and stop callin' my phone" (stop callin' my phone)
New watch, need a bust down (bust down)
Got used to the hate, I don't really give a fuck now
Show love when I touch down (when I touch down)
Sound different when I step up on the crowd, they gon' buck wild (they go buck wild)
It's off the top, no rehearse, nigga (no-no)
I call the gang, they gon' put you in the dirt, nigga
I be in a foreign, buck 20 when I skrrt, nigga
Try your luck and end up like the first nigga, na-na
When you see me rockin' my chain (my chain), got like 20K in my mains (my mains)
Nigga, no I never felt like I'ma stain (like I'ma stain), glizzy come everywhere, niggas in pain
And we ready for war (ready for war), grab that choppa, come straight to your door (straight to your door)
Leave they body left down on the floor, drop a body, go searchin' for more
Hit the trap 'til it's gone, back it up with a mask 'cause it's strong (way too strong)
On my way to the top, I belong, man, I've seen so much that my feelings are gone
Opps slide, and we scorin', can't slide, keep a strap, that's important (important)
Accuracy, I be shootin' like I'm Jordan (Jordan, Jordan, Jordan)
Mm, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Lil Tjay, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
When you see me rockin' my chain, got like 20K in my mains
Nigga, no I never felt like I'ma stain, glizzy come everywhere, niggas in pain
And we ready for war, grab that choppa come straight to your door
Leave they body left down on the floor, drop a body, go searchin' for more
Hit the trap 'til it's gone, back it up with a mask 'cause it's strong
On my way to the top, I belong, man, I've seen so much that my feelings are gone
Opps slide, and we scorin', can't slide, keep a strap, that's important
Accuracy, I be shootin' like I'm Jordan (Jordan, Jordan, Jordan)
Y'all pussy ass niggas don't know the struggle
Livin' off ramen noodles and peanut butter, oh, I got a spoiler
Lil' shawty pussy drippin' that Florida water (oh), that misery, all that pain, and misery
Back when 'em hoes wasn't feelin' me, now my choppa made from Italy
Ooh, I heard he was a shooter
I heard he was a shooter
I heard he was a shooter, and he ready to go, oh-oh
Got the big Glock in his backpack after school (school)
And he ready to bust it, and make the news (news)
I don't care, nah, what you say, yeah, he breaks the rules
And you know, you know
That I'm tryna go far (tryna make it out)
Can you make it out this far? (Tryna go away)
And she screamin' outta love (got a heart to break)
But she got a broken heart (oh)
Oh no, oh no, she wanna go to Pluto
Oh no, oh no, there's somethin' that you should see
Oh-oh, oh-oh, this is a dynasty
Young nigga world (young nigga word)
17, but I feel like I'm grown, when I was locked up, ridin' on my own
And you know when I'm finna go home
But I'm here right now, can't slack, I'ma snap, this my year right now (my year right now)
They gon' stare, bling blow (bling-blow), I done came this far in a year, like how? (Like how?)
We don't like to play fair (no fair)
Send my killers out lurkin' make that boy disappear (that boy disappear)
We don't like to play games (no games)
They like, "Lil Tjay, he made it, he doin' his thing" (he doin' his thing)
And I'm still with my bros (I'm still with my bros)
I'ma do it for Smelly, you know how it goes (you know how it goes)
Sip a little Patrón (oh)
Told the opps, "Grab a life, and stop callin' my phone" (stop callin' my phone)
New watch, need a bust down (bust down)
Got used to the hate, I don't really give a fuck now
Show love when I touch down (when I touch down)
Sound different when I step up on the crowd, they gon' buck wild (they go buck wild)
It's off the top, no rehearse, nigga (no-no)
I call the gang, they gon' put you in the dirt, nigga
I be in a foreign, buck 20 when I skrrt, nigga
Try your luck and end up like the first nigga, na-na
When you see me rockin' my chain (my chain), got like 20K in my mains (my mains)
Nigga, no I never felt like I'ma stain (like I'ma stain), glizzy come everywhere, niggas in pain
And we ready for war (ready for war), grab that choppa, come straight to your door (straight to your door)
Leave they body left down on the floor, drop a body, go searchin' for more
Hit the trap 'til it's gone, back it up with a mask 'cause it's strong (way too strong)
On my way to the top, I belong, man, I've seen so much that my feelings are gone
Opps slide, and we scorin', can't slide, keep a strap, that's important (important)
Accuracy, I be shootin' like I'm Jordan (Jordan, Jordan, Jordan)
Credits
Writer(s): Harold Hubbard Jr., Jamell Demons, Tione Merritt
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