Ready For War

By Blockwork

Released on December 5, 2022

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[Intro]

Grrah, like, damn

Grrah, grrah, damn, damn, damn, damn

Grrah


[Verse 1]

Talkin’ hot, you better not do that

Like, you not a ’ooter, boy, you need to chill

I lost my brother, you never been through that

You can get signed if you not from the Hill

Spin through, I’ma hang out the whip

I shoot, bro got the wheel

Spin the block while I’m smokin’ on Chill

Like, you can get popped like a pill

Die 40, y’all lil’ niggas kids

I see Spongy, he not gonna live

If I throw five, Ray throw six, like, damn

I’m a G put an O in his wig

Black truck, we gon’ slide where he live

Lotti boppin’, I’m punchin’ my hip

He tried to run, he tripped

LayDotty, he was runnin’ and shit

Kar pussy, he runnin’ his lips

If you run into me, I’ma empty the clip

And I move, I don’t wanna play

Papers, grabba, roll up Blay

He got shot, he was walkin’ away

Fuck it, bet he ain’t walkin’ the same


[Chorus]

I’m the shit, know you heard of me

Stay with my gun, you can’t murder me

Catch a body, that’s third degree

I can’t wait ‘til I run into Murda B

Grrah, grrah, grrah

I’m the shit, know you heard of me

Stay with my gun, you can’t murder me

Catch a body, that’s third degree

I can’t wait ’til I run into—


[Verse 2]

No snakes, I keep the grass

Spin the two, I’m smokin’ on Matt

Yus Gz got shot in his ass

He got shot by a cop, brand new pack

Roll some Marky ’cause I smoke from the least

Bitch, I feel like Dwayne from the Heat

I wanna see all my real niggas eat

What you say? I got on my feet


[Chorus]

Bitch, I’m the shit, know you heard of me

Stay with my gun, you can’t murder me

I catch a body, that’s third degree

I can’t wait ‘til I run into Murda B

Bitch, I’m the shit, know you heard of me

Stay with my gun, you can’t murder me

Catch a body, that’s third degree

I can’t wait ’til I run into—


[Verse 3]

Buy a bag for my bitch I’m not cheap

Try to run, you got shot in your feet

Three opps got shot in a week

Leroy, Gatti, Beanz, like—

Pop a thirty, on bro, I’ma tweak

Like a nerd, I’m ‘bout to geek

No face, no case, bitch, I got a ski

No fee, she suckin’ for free

Maybe not for you, but she do it for me

Ridin’ dirty, I stay with my gleesh

Lay, Nazzy, Rippy, like, all of them niggas deceased

Everything dead, I don’t wanna see peace

Mama built, she right in my spleen

I cannot wait ‘til you run into me

Just scored three, got me feelin’ like Jordan

Smokin’ Dummy, this shit kinda borin’

One of my opps got shot in the crib

He was sleepin’, nigga was snorin’

Parlay, can’t see the mornin’

41K, bitch, that shit was a warnin’

Like, damn, like, damn


[Chorus]

I’m the shit, know you heard of me

Stay with my gun, you can’t murder me

Catch a body, that’s third degree

I cannot wait ’til I run into Murda B


[Verse 4]

Who you touchin’? No one

Get to dumpin’, y’all lil’ niggas done

Got a beam on my gun, fast feet, I make ‘em run

Don’t play me, I got the blick, get to shootin’ like we takin’ flicks

Outside of my cell with my buzz, they know that I fuck with my Crips

Like, never lackin’, I stay with my stick

She a thottie, she let me hit

I don’t gotta trip, she ain’t my bitch

Enough with the talkin’, just give me the lips

Like, damn