[Produced by Isaac Flame]
[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 motherf**er
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 n***as war ready
Some of you n***as be scary
Cause if it comes down to it, boy you n***as ain't ready
[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Sticks, choppas, handguns, all of em loaded I swear
Aretha Franklin, East Atlanta, n***a I'll take you there
My best friend is Ben Franklin, Knew him before McNair
b**hes, who didn't f** with me, you should see how them b**hes act now
I'm war ready at all times, y'all n***as just small time
I was standing on the block, yeah I was on the corner dealing small dimes
Baby girl don't s** this motherf**ing dick if ya a** don't motherf**ing 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 p**y 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 kujo 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 n***as war ready
Some of you n***as be scary
Cause if it comes down to it, boy you n***as 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
f**ed her, why she had to go and tell all them nat-nat hoes
You in it for the money, b**h 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, n***a I'mma make her feel it
Fifty guns boy I'm war ready
All or nun n***a, I'mma bet it
Everything n***a I'll bet it
Can't see me on your best day, n***a my worst day
Popping bottles like my motherf**ing birthday
Give that thot b**h 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 n***as war ready
Some of you n***as be scary
Cause if it comes down to it, boy you n***as ain't ready