War Ready
War ready, war ready
Tell them bitches that I'm ready, war ready
Tell them bitches that I'm ready, war ready
Rock the party, bicth tryna tart the party
Tell them bitches that I'm ready, war ready
I don't fuck with my daddy, he got pussy ass felony
These niggas be jealous, real jealous
I don't need no friends 'cause they know that I'm stepping
Young nigga gon' rock the party
Got your bitch tryna tart the party
There's some shit go down my young nigga gon' start the party
I ain't tryna crash out
I'll go Ricky Bobby, body after body
Leave a nigga dead in a lobby
I ain't know karate, still knew how to flip the profit
Start clutching shotties, young nigga kept him a pocket rocket
Bitch I'm in my bag now, so she go bad
Won't do no but count these racks, yeah
Imma drop a bag, don't give a fuck 'bout what the price, yeah
And I'm at one, wanna soul take my shine 'cause
I'm the chosen one, I'm the chosen one
Tell them bitches that I'm ready, war ready
I don't fuck with my daddy, he got pussy ass felony
These niggas be jealous, real jealous
I don't need no friends 'cause they know that I'm stepping
Young nigga gon' rock the party
Got your bitch tryna tart the party
There's some shit go down my young nigga gon' start the party
Bitch ass nigga switch lanes on me
If I catch a nigga Imma let it rain on 'em
It's no bill bullet shower, being stuck in the storm
As a young nigga I say you got a lot of power
Niggas hitting up my phone asking for some songs
Tell them bitches use browser
Granny told me what don't break you, make you
So I came out a lil' harder
Pockets used to be cripple, now they on blessed
Don't play with your life this is not no recess
Cross me bitch, you then failed job test
Dropping bags like a lottery nigga
Focused doing my best
Got some shells for a lot of you niggas
Putting you bitches to rest
Now my demon sees in my flesh
Heart locked up, no key to my chest
I separated from a lot of you niggas
Too real for the stress
Switching hoes like an audible nigga
I don't want non but the neck
So my shotta to knock off his dreads
Gotta dick in the glock for a fag
Tell them bitches that I'm ready, war ready
I don't fuck with my daddy, he got pussy ass felony
These niggas be jealous, real jealous
I don't need no friends 'cause they know that I'm stepping
Young nigga gon' rock the party
Got your bitch tryna tart the party
There's some shit go down my young nigga gon' start the party
Tell them bitches that I'm ready, war ready
Tell them bitches that I'm ready, war ready
Rock the party, bicth tryna tart the party
Tell them bitches that I'm ready, war ready
I don't fuck with my daddy, he got pussy ass felony
These niggas be jealous, real jealous
I don't need no friends 'cause they know that I'm stepping
Young nigga gon' rock the party
Got your bitch tryna tart the party
There's some shit go down my young nigga gon' start the party
I ain't tryna crash out
I'll go Ricky Bobby, body after body
Leave a nigga dead in a lobby
I ain't know karate, still knew how to flip the profit
Start clutching shotties, young nigga kept him a pocket rocket
Bitch I'm in my bag now, so she go bad
Won't do no but count these racks, yeah
Imma drop a bag, don't give a fuck 'bout what the price, yeah
And I'm at one, wanna soul take my shine 'cause
I'm the chosen one, I'm the chosen one
Tell them bitches that I'm ready, war ready
I don't fuck with my daddy, he got pussy ass felony
These niggas be jealous, real jealous
I don't need no friends 'cause they know that I'm stepping
Young nigga gon' rock the party
Got your bitch tryna tart the party
There's some shit go down my young nigga gon' start the party
Bitch ass nigga switch lanes on me
If I catch a nigga Imma let it rain on 'em
It's no bill bullet shower, being stuck in the storm
As a young nigga I say you got a lot of power
Niggas hitting up my phone asking for some songs
Tell them bitches use browser
Granny told me what don't break you, make you
So I came out a lil' harder
Pockets used to be cripple, now they on blessed
Don't play with your life this is not no recess
Cross me bitch, you then failed job test
Dropping bags like a lottery nigga
Focused doing my best
Got some shells for a lot of you niggas
Putting you bitches to rest
Now my demon sees in my flesh
Heart locked up, no key to my chest
I separated from a lot of you niggas
Too real for the stress
Switching hoes like an audible nigga
I don't want non but the neck
So my shotta to knock off his dreads
Gotta dick in the glock for a fag
Tell them bitches that I'm ready, war ready
I don't fuck with my daddy, he got pussy ass felony
These niggas be jealous, real jealous
I don't need no friends 'cause they know that I'm stepping
Young nigga gon' rock the party
Got your bitch tryna tart the party
There's some shit go down my young nigga gon' start the party
Credits
Writer(s): Julian Whittaker, Nolan Cote
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