UnoTheActivist, Warhol.SS - War Ready lyrics

Ayy, man fuck that nigga
What? What? What? What?
Why you got that shit on you man
I wouldn't try that shit that shit on you
Strap

Troops 'round town, get it by the muscle
Real street nigga, all I know is hustle
Mind still rollin' (Codeine what I guzzle)
Dogs steady with me, bark and get bit
Couple hoes with you, but they all hit
Gang ridin' with me, take a couple pics
(Your bitch poppin' out
Know she doin' dick)
I can't feel the pain
But I'm on the 'Tech
Workin' like a stain, I can't get attached
Wrist a Johnny Dang, diamonds by the batch
Hoe'n so official, raised like a champ
Certified nigga, hit her with a stamp
Catch a nigga slippin'


Light him like a lamp
War ready, leave a nigga real damp

Speakin' of demons, I roll with a couple
Got five hundred shooters
They ready to rumble
He buildin' an empire, we make it crumble
That chopper go off
Make a lil' nigga shuffle
Say he want smoke, nigga
Don't make me chuckle
(I walk with a needle
We bustin' these bubbles)
We walk in with 30s
Won't see us in scuffles

(Bitch) Oh, he see us, he in trouble
Double tap him, I believe he seein' double
Beat him 'til I see the
Bone from the knuckle
Knuck if you buck, but, lil' nigga
Do not buckle oh, what, Pillsbury Dough
Only see the money, damn near make me chuckle
See me with your bitch's nipple
I'm a sucker suck on this dick
Bring the head in like a huddle

Whoa, hit her from the back
Whoa, make her pull up covers
He informin', I don't talk to undercovers
NLMB, nigga, never leave my brothers
Whoa, prayin' for my niggas
Know they go through struggles
Fuckin' on that ho and pass it to my brother
Choppa on me, hit that nigga and he stumble
(Choppa on me, on me, me, me! whoa)

Troops 'round town, get it by the muscle
Real street nigga, all I know is hustle
Mind still rollin', codeine what I guzzle
Dogs steady with me, bark and get bit
Couple hoes with you, but they all hit
Gang ridin' with me, take a couple pics
Your bitch poppin' out, know she doin' dick
I can't feel the pain
But I'm on the 'Tech
Workin' like a stain, I can't get attached
Wrist a Johnny Dang, diamonds by the batch
Hoe'n so official, raised like a champ
Certified nigga, hit her with a stamp
Catch a nigga slippin'
Light him like a lamp
War ready, leave a nigga real damp

Assault rifles in the minivan, shh, oh
Movin' bodies in a minivan
She ain't hard, she just a mini ten
He ain't hard, he just a minute man
My niggas on the beat like Timbaland
Feelin' the heat
I keep cool like the ceiling fan
A mystery van what we sittin' in

Breakin' her back, ayy
She just might need a chiropractor
These niggas talk for they health
But I never see action, like he a real actor
Uh, whoa, scrape it like Peewee
Ayy, water my neck like a Fiji
Water lil' pussy, she fuck up the sheets
Break up the huddle, we play for the keeps

Can't see these niggas like Stevie Wonder
Wonder if you ever seen
A dead body wandering, oh
Sometimes I wonder if this
Life is worth suffering
Bullets gon' come fly in flurries
If this shit stop
It's 'cause my gun buffering
If I got beef with a nigga, then
I'm not gon' take that shit publicly
Fuck publicity

Troops 'round town, get it by the muscle
Real street nigga, all I know is hustle
Mind still rollin' (Codeine what I guzzle)
Dogs steady with me, bark and get bit
Couple hoes with you, but they all hit
Gang ridin' with me, take a couple pics
Your bitch poppin' out
(Know she doin' dick)
I can't feel the pain
But I'm on the 'Tech
Work it like a stain, I can't get attached
Wrist a Johnny Dang, diamonds by the batch
Hoe'n so official, raised like a champ
Certified nigga, hit her with a stamp
Catch a nigga slippin'
Light him like a lamp
War ready, leave a nigga real damp

Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!