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Rich Gang - War Ready Lyrics




[ Featuring Rich Homie Quan, Young Thug ]

Hey, look, man
I got a Ruger on me now
I got like four baby choppers
Know what I mean?
I feel like Osama in this motherf*cker
Bin Laden that is

You want war, we ready
We got guns plus machetes
You don't want no beef, no spaghetti
Premium gas, no unleaded
Ain't tryna preach like a reverend
I want to see if she ready
Click-clack, bang, fire, fire, ayy
Shootin' the eagle, no desert
Painted my house all white, DMX like in Belly
I see that red call light, that means she just left a message
All of my niggas war ready
Some of you niggas be scary
'Cause if it comes down to it, boy, you niggas ain't ready

Sticks, choppers, handguns, all of 'em loaded, I swear
Aretha Franklin, East Atlanta, nigga, I'll take you there
My best friend is Ben Franklin, knew him before McNair
Bitches who didn't f*ck with me, you should see how them bitches act now
I'm war ready at all times, y'all niggas just small time
I was standin' on the block, yeah, I was on the corner dealin' small dimes
Baby girl, don't suck this motherf*ckin' dick if your ass don't motherf*ckin' know how
It's another story if you know how to ride dick, girl, I ain't gon tell you slow down
Shawty real freaky, nutted in her face both times
Naw, this ain't all of my bullets, I got some more rounds
Shawty wanna charge for pussy but I'm like, "Woah now"
Like a little dog, shawty stay wanna go out
No roof, roof, top missin' on a lil' coupe, coupe
Two door that is, I'm a big dog, got Cujo status
Leave your body in the water, the Atlantic Ocean

You want war, we ready
We got guns plus machetes
You don't want no beef, no spaghetti
Premium gas, no unleaded
Ain't tryna preach like a reverend
I want to see if she ready
Click-clack, bang, fire, fire, ayy
Shootin' the eagle, no desert
Painted my house all white, DMX like in Belly
I see that red call light, that means she just left a message
All of my niggas war ready
Some of you niggas be scary
'Cause if it comes down to it, boy, you niggas ain't ready

Ruger, Uzi, Omar Epps, boy, I'm in too deep
I just took it, yeah, we kept it, boy, we play for keeps
MJ on my front line no bandaid, they bleedin'
Gave that boy the run around, faked 'em then I trick 'em
All this money, all this clientele, I got all the dope
F*cked her, why she had to go and tell all them nat-nat hoes?
You in it for the money, bitch, you ain't come up with me
Put you in a Bentley, you was in a Honda Civic
Dick in her mouth like a cavity, I'm the dentist
Baby, I'm the hot dog, you can be the relish
Put it in her stomach, nigga, I'ma make her feel it
Fifty guns, boy, I'm war ready
All or nothin', nigga, I'ma bet it
Everything, nigga, I'll bet it
Can't see me on your best day, nigga, my worst day
Poppin' bottles like my motherf*ckin' birthday
Give that thot bitch a cup of water
'Cause I know she thirsty
Amen, let the church pray

You want war, we ready
We got guns plus machetes
You don't want no beef, no spaghetti
Premium gas, no unleaded
Ain't tryna preach like a reverend
I want to see if she ready
Click-clack, bang, fire, fire, ayy
Shootin' the eagle, no desert
Painted my house all white, DMX like in Belly
I see that red call light, that means she just left a message
All of my niggas war ready
Some of you niggas be scary
'Cause if it comes down to it, boy, you niggas ain't ready

Ayy, man
Y'all niggas talkin' brazy like y'all really 'bout that life, man
Y'all lil kids better stay in a lil kid's place
You dig what I'm f*ckin' sayin'?
Blatt
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

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Hey, look, man
I got a Ruger on me now
I got like four baby choppers
Know what I mean?
I feel like Osama in this motherf*cker
Bin Laden that is

You want war, we ready
We got guns plus machetes
You don't want no beef, no spaghetti
Premium gas, no unleaded
Ain't tryna preach like a reverend
I want to see if she ready
Click-clack, bang, fire, fire, ayy
Shootin' the eagle, no desert
Painted my house all white, DMX like in Belly
I see that red call light, that means she just left a message
All of my niggas war ready
Some of you niggas be scary
'Cause if it comes down to it, boy, you niggas ain't ready

Sticks, choppers, handguns, all of 'em loaded, I swear
Aretha Franklin, East Atlanta, nigga, I'll take you there
My best friend is Ben Franklin, knew him before McNair
Bitches who didn't f*ck with me, you should see how them bitches act now
I'm war ready at all times, y'all niggas just small time
I was standin' on the block, yeah, I was on the corner dealin' small dimes
Baby girl, don't suck this motherf*ckin' dick if your ass don't motherf*ckin' know how
It's another story if you know how to ride dick, girl, I ain't gon tell you slow down
Shawty real freaky, nutted in her face both times
Naw, this ain't all of my bullets, I got some more rounds
Shawty wanna charge for pussy but I'm like, "Woah now"
Like a little dog, shawty stay wanna go out
No roof, roof, top missin' on a lil' coupe, coupe
Two door that is, I'm a big dog, got Cujo status
Leave your body in the water, the Atlantic Ocean

You want war, we ready
We got guns plus machetes
You don't want no beef, no spaghetti
Premium gas, no unleaded
Ain't tryna preach like a reverend
I want to see if she ready
Click-clack, bang, fire, fire, ayy
Shootin' the eagle, no desert
Painted my house all white, DMX like in Belly
I see that red call light, that means she just left a message
All of my niggas war ready
Some of you niggas be scary
'Cause if it comes down to it, boy, you niggas ain't ready

Ruger, Uzi, Omar Epps, boy, I'm in too deep
I just took it, yeah, we kept it, boy, we play for keeps
MJ on my front line no bandaid, they bleedin'
Gave that boy the run around, faked 'em then I trick 'em
All this money, all this clientele, I got all the dope
F*cked her, why she had to go and tell all them nat-nat hoes?
You in it for the money, bitch, you ain't come up with me
Put you in a Bentley, you was in a Honda Civic
Dick in her mouth like a cavity, I'm the dentist
Baby, I'm the hot dog, you can be the relish
Put it in her stomach, nigga, I'ma make her feel it
Fifty guns, boy, I'm war ready
All or nothin', nigga, I'ma bet it
Everything, nigga, I'll bet it
Can't see me on your best day, nigga, my worst day
Poppin' bottles like my motherf*ckin' birthday
Give that thot bitch a cup of water
'Cause I know she thirsty
Amen, let the church pray

You want war, we ready
We got guns plus machetes
You don't want no beef, no spaghetti
Premium gas, no unleaded
Ain't tryna preach like a reverend
I want to see if she ready
Click-clack, bang, fire, fire, ayy
Shootin' the eagle, no desert
Painted my house all white, DMX like in Belly
I see that red call light, that means she just left a message
All of my niggas war ready
Some of you niggas be scary
'Cause if it comes down to it, boy, you niggas ain't ready

Ayy, man
Y'all niggas talkin' brazy like y'all really 'bout that life, man
Y'all lil kids better stay in a lil kid's place
You dig what I'm f*ckin' sayin'?
Blatt
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Dequantes Lamar, Jeffrey Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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