BigJay247 - War Ready Lyrics

Ayy, V, line him up, line him up
R.B.N, what's that
We some real boss niggas
I dare a nigga to diss
Like some cotton, we gon Pick em
Get to the sack, my crew never lack
Run up on us, we'll hit you, in yo temple
We money large, we goin' real far
We'll hop out a car, shoot shit, we'll send you to God
We come like the mob,
Ain't nobody gon' take us
Get any close, swear I'm gon' spray you
We get to the money, them niggas be broke
I swear to God, niggas ain't touchin' no paper
We want all the beef, them niggas not with it
We'll f*ck your bitch and pop in your fitted
Me and my crew finna take over the city
He got them hoes bitch, I got about 50
I feel like I'm meech,and them niggas not hearing me
Them niggas be yappin, I'm not really rappin'
We'll traumatize you, have you prayin' to the Paster
Them niggas ain't steppin, them niggas false reppin
What you mean, R.B.N, man, that's what I'm reppin
Big 1400, man, niggas get to steppin'
Get to the cash, we got daily weapon
We stay on the gas, ain't takin' my foot off the pedal
R.B.N. it shine like a motherf*ckin' medal
R.B.N. Up next, the next of the city
We got them funds, we goin' real dumb,
ManWe the ones gettin' real litty,
We poppin' our shit
Take 210, out nd put R.B.N. over the city You run up on me, but I'm clutchin' my blicky
Get, you a rag, this shit get real icky
Got one in the head, got one for your kidney
You can try all you want, but you niggas can't kill me
I was tryin' to sign to the army, f*ck that
Made my own little army, these niggas ain't hearin' me
You got the trace, we got the drac
Pussy niggas don't play, bitch, I'm bout my cake
Got my shooter with me, you call him Dreezy,
But I call him Dre
Chasin' the bad, they going out sad Tryin' to beef about a hoe, it's gon' leave you with the tag
Zipped up, put in the freezer, and spit on the bag
Like jugg said, I'm deep inside my bag, and you better not grab it
She put it on me, so you know imma stab it
F*ck in a hotel can't give a lil' ho my addy
That's how shit be happenin
Ain't stoppin, I wanna be great
Stackin' the 100s and 50s, but keepin' my cool
Because I wanna go buy me a Drac
Running it up for my family, if I get locked up
Who gon' put food on my plate
Step on the gas, hop out with mask
Dress in All black man get hit with the Drac
We steppin' on shit, we chasin' the rich
Get hit with the stick
It's gon' be like this until they put me in my grave
I was born into this shit, it's all I know
Chasin' the bad, not goin' out sad
Prayin' God I don't get hit with the scope
They been feedin' them lies, they send them a die
Send two to the sky, them killers down there, they know
Scheming and plotting thinking , you gon' take something from us
We gon' be wiping your nose
And we gon' be wiping your nose