War Ready

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan] 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 motherfucker Bin Laden that is [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] 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 Shooting 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 [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] Sticks, choppas, 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 fuck 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 standing on the block, yeah I was on the corner dealing small dimes Baby girl don’t suck this motherfucking dick if ya ass don’t motherfucking 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 Nawl 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 darling shawty stay wanna go out No roof, roof, top missin' on a lil coupe, coupe 2 door that is, I’m a big dog, got Cujo status Anybody in the water, the Atlantic, Ocean [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] 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 Shooting 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 [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] 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 bleeding Gave that boy the run around, faked em then I trick em All this money, all this clientele, I got all the dope Fucked 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’mma make her feel it Fifty guns boy I'm war ready All or nun nigga, I’mma bet it Everything nigga I'll bet it Can’t see me on your best day, nigga my worst day Popping bottles like my motherfucking birthday Give that thot bitch a cup of water Cause I know she thirsty Amen, let the church pray [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] 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 Shooting 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 [Outro: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug] Aye 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 Udigg what I'm fuckin' sayin'? Blatt!