Ready For War

When it’s time for war you find out who your brother

Either you gon go and fight or go hide undercovers

Guns loaded up, yeah it’s time to shoot

Whole gang thick **** , we don’t go recruit

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My shooter pullin that trigger so much got his fingers all sore and sht , ye

Ridin round in with the drums and the bands like a **** been tourin n sht

I’m out in cali but I’m gettin bags off a lick wit a Florida bitch ye

I could die any day, I’m be rich if I don’t well at least I died tryna get rich

Boy we sellin like mortar and brick

Built this sht up like mortar n brick

I play every quarter I’m sick

We ain’t sweeping no floor with the stick

Bodies left on the corner and sht

Wonder why we was Poor as a bitch

Blow the tool we ain’t blowin no kisses

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Guns loaded who ready

Get it poppin confetti

These **** noodle, spaghetti

Cut em up, machete

I spoke too nice n they forgot I was animal

I left the trap n slept on couches went n ran it up

They dropped a half a milli on me I’m from Canada

See I got **** that can’t leave the country thatta blam u up

WHOA! And I got **** in this bitch that’s feelin suicidal

In this bitch, hol’on wait, hope you not my rival

Cause I got glock and you got glock, it’s a glock recital!

Hehmhehm hol on, wait , ain’t no more talkin

Get to spinnin’ in this bitch, like a jabbowockee

And I ain’t walkin in the field without my walkie-talkie!

Big steppin on any **** block he hella cocky

I took his bitch she gave me all her gwappy and her car key

And the windows tinted hella dark they like who are we

I pull up to the gun club like it’s a gangsta party

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(Who ready for war!?)

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(Who ready? You ready? We ready)

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