Ready For War - Y.CB

Me and Mags went, shh got bored, I gave him 3 but it should’ve been 4

Still Woody

Trap on pause, hands on swords, pop them doors, it’s all for the cause

Me and Maggz went, shh got bored, I gave him 3 but it should’ve been 4

How many guys turned corpse?

This ain’t beef, on my life it’s war

Kick back mad, .32 with wars, still in the hood but I take them tours

Trap on pause, hands on swords, pop them doors, it’s all for the cause

Me and Maggz went, shh got bored, I gave him 3 but it should’ve been 4

How many guys turned corpse?

This ain’t beef, on my life it’s war

Kick back mad, .32 with wars, still in the hood but I take them tours

Way before man splashed up JJ, did you forget that I got down Shanka

Sku crash that corn, no mayday, they talk smoke but don’t want it like cancer

How many guys been splashed up?

Ace got chinged and then he turned Casper

Dizz got shot and then he turned rapper

(We've got live corn for days, slap two in the dots, I ain’t talking banter)

Spill that juice, you won’t see any Fanta

Stegs too loose, if you see him, better leave your Bruce

See the way that I was ducking down my man, must’ve thought it was Duck, Duck,

Goose

He tried run, run out of luck, tripped and stop (Ching, ching, ching)

Bare juice and guts, on God the crime scene was nuts

I done it on my J’s like Hus, one in the pump, lean and bop

I mean lean and dump it, that’s us, that’s gang who done it

Dig that with force, on my ones, that’s the trap on pause

The gang dem still breaking laws

There’s so many names, I can’t say 'cause I love my freedom

Young Dizz got caught then blazed, on God the fat prick was pleading

On my life, that bitch was bleeding, bro just squeezed, let the teeth dem eat

him

He’s done, leave him, leave him, burn that tracky, it’s normal procedures

Ay bro, bare holes in his torso, that’s good that we left him leaking

If I get touched, on my mums, no speaking, just get 'round, I’ll do it and mean

it

Slap that wap, no gyal when I beat it, do that stain, hit the belly, I’m eating

Had the broom in the ride tryna sweep them, Blackz had a mop on the glide,

no cleaning

After we attending the scene, he was weeping, we ain’t competing, we’re winning,

believe it

(We ain’t competing, we’re winning, believe it)

Trap on pause, hands on swords, pop them doors, it’s all for the cause

Me and Maggz went, shh got bored, I gave him 3 but it should’ve been 4

How many guys turned corpse?

This ain’t beef, on my life it’s war

Kick back mad, .32 with wars, still in the hood but I take them tours

Trap on pause, hands on swords, pop them doors, it’s all for the cause

Me and Maggz went, shh got bored, I gave him 3 but it should’ve been 4

How many guys turned corpse?

This ain’t beef, on my life it’s war

Kick back mad, .32 with wars, still in the hood but I take them tours

Still Woody