Isaac Flame - War Ready lyrics

[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