War Ready - WARHOL.SS, UnoTheActivist

Ayy, man

Fuck that nigga

What?

What?

What?

What?

Why you got that shit on you man, I wouldn’t try that shit

that shit on you

Strap

Troops 'round town, get it by the muscle

Real street nigga, all I know is hustle

Mind still rollin', (Codeine what I guzzle)

Dogs steady with me, bark and get bit

Couple hoes with you, but they all hit

Gang ridin' with me, take a couple pics

(Your bitch poppin' out, know she doin' dick)

I can’t feel the pain, but I’m on the TEC

Workin' like a stain, I can’t get attached

Wrist a Johnny Dang, diamonds by the batch

Hoe’n so official, raised like a champ

Certified nigga, hit her with a stamp

Catch a nigga slippin', light him like a lamp

War ready, leave a nigga real damp

Speakin' of demons, I roll with a couple

Got five hundred shooters, they ready to rumble

He buildin' an empire, we make it crumble

That chopper go off, make a lil' nigga shuffle

Say he want smoke, nigga, don’t make me chuckle

(I walk with a needle, we bustin' these bubbles)

We walk in with 30s, won’t see us in scuffles

(Bitch!) Oh, he see us, he in trouble

Double tap him, I believe he seein' double

Beat him 'til I see the bone from the knuckle

Knuck if you buck, but, lil' nigga, do not buckle

Oh, what, Pillsbury Dough

Only see the money, damn near make me chuckle

See me with your bitch’s nipple, I’m a sucker

Suck on this dick, bring the head in like a huddle

Whoa, hit her from the back

Whoa, make her pull up covers

He informin', I don’t talk to undercovers

NLMB, nigga, never leave my brothers

Whoa, prayin' for my niggas, know they go through struggles

Fuckin' on that ho and pass it to my brother

Choppa on me, hit that nigga and he stumble

(Choppa on me, on me, me, me! whoa!)

Troops 'round town, get it by the muscle

Real street nigga, all I know is hustle

Mind still rollin', codeine what I guzzle

Dogs steady with me, bark and get bit

Couple hoes with you, but they all hit

Gang ridin' with me, take a couple pics

Your bitch poppin' out, know she doin' dick

I can’t feel the pain, but I’m on the TEC

Workin' like a stain, I can’t get attached

Wrist a Johnny Dang, diamonds by the batch

Hoe’n so official, raised like a champ

Certified nigga, hit her with a stamp

Catch a nigga slippin', light him like a lamp

War ready, leave a nigga real damp

Assault rifles in the minivan, shh, oh

Movin' bodies in a minivan

She ain’t hard, she just a mini ten

He ain’t hard, he just a minute man

My niggas on the beat like Timbaland

Feelin' the heat, I keep cool like the ceiling fan

A mystery van what we sittin' in

Breakin' her back, ayy, she just might need a chiropractor

These niggas talk for they health, but I never see action, like he a real actor

Uh, whoa, scrape it like Peewee

Ayy, water my neck like a Fiji

Water lil' pussy, she fuck up the sheets

Break up the huddle, we play for the keeps

Can’t see these niggas like Stevie Wonder

Wonder if you ever seen a dead body wandering, oh

Sometimes I wonder if this life is worth suffering

Bullets gon' come fly in flurries, if this shit stop, it’s 'cause my gun

buffering

If I got beef with a nigga, then I’m not gon' take that shit publicly,

fuck publicity

Troops 'round town, get it by the muscle

Real street nigga, all I know is hustle

Mind still rollin', (Codeine what I guzzle)

Dogs steady with me, bark and get bit

Couple hoes with you, but they all hit

Gang ridin' with me, take a couple pics

Your bitch poppin' out (Know she doin' dick)

I can’t feel the pain, but I’m on the TEC

Work it like a stain, I can’t get attached

Wrist a Johnny Dang, diamonds by the batch

Hoe’n so official, raised like a champ

Certified nigga, hit her with a stamp

Catch a nigga slippin', light him like a lamp

War ready, leave a nigga real damp

Bah!

Bah!

Bah!

Bah!