War Ready lyrics

[Intro: UnoTheActivist & Warhol.ss]
Ayy, man
f*ck that n*gga
What? What? What? What?
Why you got that sh*t on you man, I wouldn't try that sh*t
[?] that sh*t on you
Strap

[Chorus: Warhol.ss]
Troops 'round town, get it by the muscle
Real street n*gga, 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 b*tch poppin' out, know she doin' di*k)
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 n*gga, hit her with a stamp
Catch a n*gga slippin', light him like a lamp
War ready, leave a n*gga real damp

[Verse 1: Warhol.ss]
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' n*gga shuffle
Say he want smoke, n*gga, 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
[Verse 2: UnoTheActivist]
(b*tch!) 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' n*gga, do not buckle
Oh, what, Pillsbury Dough
Only see the money, damn near make me chuckle
See me with your b*tch's nipple, I'm a sucker
Suck on this di*k, bring the head in like a huddle

[Verse 3: Warhol.ss]
Whoa, hit her from the back
Whoa, make her pull up covers
He informin', I don't talk to undercovers
NLMB, n*gga, never leave my brothers
Whoa, prayin' for my n*ggas, know they go through struggles
f*ckin' on that ho and pass it to my brother
Choppa on me, hit that n*gga and he stumble
(Choppa on me, on me, me, me! whoa!)

[Chorus: Warhol.ss]
Troops 'round town, get it by the muscle
Real street n*gga, 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 b*tch poppin' out, know she doin' di*k
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 n*gga, hit her with a stamp
Catch a n*gga slippin', light him like a lamp
War ready, leave a n*gga real damp
[Verse 4: UnoTheActivist]
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 n*ggas on the beat like Timbaland
Feelin' the heat, I keep cool like the ceiling fan
A mystery van what we sittin' in

[Verse 5: Warhol.ss]
Breakin' her back, ayy, she just might need a chiropractor
These n*ggas 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' pus*y, she f*ck up the sheets
Break up the huddle, we play for the keeps

[Verse 6: UnoTheActivist & Warhol.ss]
Can't see these n*ggas 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 sh*t stop, it's 'cause my gun buffering
If I got beef with a n*gga, then I'm not gon' take that sh*t publicly, f*ck publicity

[Chorus: Warhol.ss]
Troops 'round town, get it by the muscle
Real street n*gga, 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 b*tch poppin' out (Know she doin' di*k)
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 n*gga, hit her with a stamp
Catch a n*gga slippin', light him like a lamp
War ready, leave a n*gga real damp
[Outro: Warhol.ss]
Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!