War ready
You got shooters, I’ve got shooters
We got money
Let’s do what them other niggas can’t do though
Mastermind uh
Uh nigga got a thousand guns, nigga
And if money is power nigga, I got millions of power nigga
F*ck with me nigga, huh?
17 I was [Am7]chargin' niggas 17
Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín
Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for [Dm7]my [A]niggas which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, f*ck with my [A]petty change
F*ck what you [A7heard, for [Dm7]that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to [C7]ɾest by the one you [A7thought was [Am7]workin' with yah
War ɾeady, the game just wanna take my [A]life
War ɾeady, pussy boy we all [Em]could die tonight
War ɾeady, fast cash above the law
War ɾeady, gas mask when them [A]choppers talk
Killas on [C7]front line when you're war ɾeady
Chopper shoot a thousand [Bm]ɾounds when you're war ɾeady
Just another mama cryin' when you're war ɾeady
Just another homicide 'cause we war ɾeady
Killas on [C7]the front line when you're war ɾeady
Chopper shoot a thousand [Bm]ɾounds when you're war ɾeady
Just another mama cryin' cause we're war ɾeady
Just another homicide when you're war ɾeady
War, war, war
A coward dies a thousand [Bm]deaths, a ɾeal nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to [C7]see this
Yeah I wish Shake could see this
I'll never fall [Em]for [Dm7]what I stand [Bm]for
This year Fernando
We could live today, blood, and [Bm]die tonight, cous'
Box Chevy hit the block, ɾun the whole 50 shots
You just poppin' 'til you [A7know you [A7can't pop 'em [A]no more
We done came through the block and [Bm]sold many color drops
And these mothafuckas think you [A7can't drop 'em [A]no more
War ɾeady nigga put some change on [C7]your head
Damn ɾight, f*ck around, clear my [A]safe out
I got [Fm7]a few digi scales and [Bm]a couple Denzels
And you [A7mothafuckin' ɾight, this a safe house
Give me the K and [Bm]a shovel, I'll bury that nigga
Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga
What you [A7gonna hit him with the Glock or the chop?
Look I wouldn't give a f*ck if they were sharin' that nigga
You mothafuckas out here always talkin'
'Bout what another mothafucka said
Yeah I got [Fm7]that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'
I ain't out here to [C7]mothafuckin' play
Why these f*ck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you're livin' like [F]a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to [C7]let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my [A]sleeve
Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga ɾoll up that weed
Gotta stay stɾapped to [C7]live the life I lead
Start your own alρhabet with all [Em]them [A]G's
Open up a hundred doors with all [Em]them [A]keys
Yeah we live for [Dm7]them [A]coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court date, now my [A]nigga on [C7]the ɾun
Big shit poppin' in his pocket like [F]a lighter
Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on [C7]your mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady
When that ɾitalin get to [C7]ɾushin' and [Bm]them [A]drums get to [C7]bussin'
Yeah I hope you [A7pussy niggas war ɾeady
Killas on [C7]front line when you're war ɾeady
Chopper shoot a thousand [Bm]ɾounds when you're war ɾeady
Just another mama cryin' when you're war ɾeady
Just another homicide cause we war ɾeady
Follow in my [A]footstep, I was [Am7]born to [C7]die a soldier
Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked and [Bm]ɾollin'
Shout out to [C7]the Vice Lords, shout out to [C7]my [A]Blood nigga
Shout out to [C7]them [A]GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to [C7]them [A]dopeboys, owe it to [C7]the plug, nigga
I could die a thousand [Bm]times, will never die a f*ck nigga
Shoutout to [C7]my [A]city, too, my [A]clip hold a 62
Ridin' down on [C7]63, ɾest in peace to [C7]Fluty Coupe
Heroin and [Bm]quinine
Cut that bitch a thousand [Bm]times
Phone call [Em]said he need a brick
I text him back, "Come stand [Bm]in line"
You went out of town so I had to [C7]wack your bitch
Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch
Killas on [C7]front line when you're war ɾeady
Chopper shoot a thousand [Bm]ɾounds when you're war ɾeady
Just another mama cryin' when you're war ɾeady
Just another homicide cause we war ɾeady
Killas on [C7]the front line when you're war ɾeady
Chopper shoot a thousand [Bm]ɾounds when you're war ɾeady
Just another mama cryin' cause we're war ɾeady
Just another homicide when you're war ɾeady
War, war, war
