War Ready lyrics

[Intro]
(Caviar)
War ready, War ready
Tell them b*tches that I'm ready, War Ready (mmhmm)
Tell them b*tches that I'm ready, War Ready (yeahhh)
Rock the party, b*tch tryna top

[Chorus]
Tell them b*tches that I'm ready, war ready
I don't f*ck with my daddy, he a pus*y-ass felon
These n*ggas be jealous, real jealous
I don't need no friends 'cause they know that I'm steppin'
Young n*gga gon' rock the party
Got your b*tch tryna top the party
If some sh*t go down, my young n*ggas gon' stop the party

[Verse 1]
I ain't tryna crash out, I'll go Ricky Bobby
Body after body, leave a n*gga dead in the lobby
I ain't know karate, still knew how to flip the profit
Start clutchin' shotties, young n*gga kept him a pocket rocket
b*tch, I'm in my bag now, so if sh*t go bad
Won't do nothin' but count up these racks, yeah, I'ma drop a bag
Don't give a f*ck 'bout what the price is, and I'm up one
Won't a soul take my shine 'cause I'm the chosen one, I'm the chosen one
[Chorus]
Tell them b*tches that I'm ready, war ready
I don't f*ck with my daddy, he a pus*y-ass felon
These n*ggas be jealous, real jealous
I don't need no friends 'cause they know that I'm steppin'
Young n*gga gon' rock the party
Got your b*tch tryna top the party
If some sh*t go down, my young n*ggas gon' stop the party

[Verse 2]
b*tch ass n*gga switch lanes on me
If I catch a n*gga I'ma let it rain on him
It's gon' be a bullet shower, been stuck in the storm
As a young n*gga I say he got a lot of power
n*ggas hitting up my phone asking for some songs
Tell them b*tches use browser
Granny told me what don't break you, make you
So I came out a lil harder
Pockets used to be crippled, now they on blessed
Don't play with yo' life, this is not no recess
Cross me b*tch, you done failed yo' test
Dropping bags like a lottery n*gga
Focused doing my best
Got some shells for a lot of these n*ggas
Putting you b*tches to rest
Nun but demon seeds in my flesh
Heart locked up, no key to my chest
I separated from a lot of these n*ggas
Too real for the stress
Switching hoes like a audible n*gga
Ion want none but the neck
Send my shotta to knock off his dreads
Gotta di*k in the Glock for a fed
[Chorus]
Tell them b*tches that I'm ready, war ready
I don't f*ck with my daddy, he a pus*y-ass felon
These n*ggas be jealous, real jealous
I don't need no friends 'cause they know that I'm steppin'
Young n*gga gon' rock the party
Got your b*tch tryna top the party
If some sh*t go down, my young n*ggas gon' stop the party