I'm so sorry for bothering you, I'm so sorry, I told you I wouldn't call

They not ready for the war

They not ready for the war

They not ready for the war

No, they not ready for the war

You not ready for the war, uh

You not ready for the tour, uh

Tour of revenge, when I win I'll do it again and again and again

40 on my hip, yeah I'm bout to lash out

Make the bitches scream when I got all the cash out

Hellcat then I go do the dash now

When I say I can't do it, I'll put my racks out

Ima huff, Ima puff, I'ma blow her back out

**** actin top, **** back down

Before I put you on the ground

Call me Steph to where I shoot the lights out

Difference is, I'll pull the mac out

Shoot lights out like a black out

This ain't a game, talking bout some frag out

I ain't gay, so get the fags out

Gotta be retarded, cause you missing chromosomes

Cause you dumb enough to mess with me, I'll put the chopper to your dome

Then I will take your phone

Make it look like a suicide, you gone

Cross me once, nah, never gonna leave you alone

I might just diss you on every single song

That's karma bitch, yeah, never do me wrong

I don't give a fuck if this song is good, I'll sing it all day long

Yeah, keep the check like Nike

Yeah, I really wish you would fight me

High key, that really excites me

I just wanna pound your head in the ground, over and over again

Yeah, I wanna burn your body from your legs to your chin

You're not ready for the war, uh

You're not ready for the tour, uh

The tour of revenge, when I win, I'll do it again and again and again

40 on my hip, yeah, I'm bout to lash out

Make the bitches scream when I get out, I'ma cash out

Get the Hellcat, then I go do the dash now

When they say I can't do it, Ima put my racks out

I'ma huff, I'ma puff, I'ma blow her back out

**** actin tough, **** back down

Before I have to put you on the ground

Call me Steph, the way I'll shoot the lights out

If it's his, I'll pull the mac out

Shoot lights out like a blackout

This ain't a game, talking bout something frag out

I ain't gay, so get the fags out

Deadass mom, guess you ain't listen to Migos

Bullet to your mouth, you eat those

You eat bullets like some Cheetos

You just another freak ho

You ain't ready for the war, I'm geeked ho

Desert Eagle in my hand

Outside your place, I shoot shit like a free throw

You ain't ready for the war, uh

You ain't ready for the tour, uh

You ain't ready for the war, uh

Ain't not ready for the tour, uh

I'm so sorry for bothering you

I'm so sorry

I told you I wouldn't call you