Ready 4 War

Gang gang gang Gang gang gang Bow! I heard them niggas want beef? Sugar Hill, we get the money You don't be running the streets Two chops, with two shots So please do not run up on me Don't run up and try and take sumn' from me My shooter, he scoring from deep Or he pass and assist it to me She like: Edot Baby, you the lil nigga that drive me so crazy Pop me a yerky, it feel so amazing He tried to fumble, but who is he taming, like? (What?) Spendy 'n sumn', I'm putting in damage Free red bloods, that's Mr.Panic He tried to run and got hit with a cannon, like 14 when I went up in that trap 9 claps and that nigga off the map He got hit, his body fell flat Paramedics they coming, red flag And I'm on some O shit Lil thot in the cut and she sucking the whole dick Lil nigga, you know this I keep me a chop, cause no I can't go bitch Huh? Why shit get real sticky I fuck with some O's, bitch And I fuck with some real Crippy's Gang, gang, gang Gang gang gang, nigga I said, bitch Two, three shots, I'm ready to flock Lil boy run up, I'm upping the chop Spinned they block we bent they block Lil niggas talk hot, but they talkin to cops Like, these niggas be fronting Gang They talk on the book, but they ain't with nothing, like (Bitch, gang in the spot get deady, but shit can get heavy) Tell her to slide to the 'telly, then end up in her belly, like Oh shit they call me Edot Huh? If a opp run up, them I'm letting like 3 flock, like Bitch, get sturdy Baby I'm done up, I'm gone off a yerky It's no, mercy, but Ace in the car and he moving with purgies Shooting like, Curry If I come out the cut, then shit get blurry With this 30, I'm dumpin the clip Me and my niggas shooting off rip (shooting off rip)