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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Caviar Beats
Programming
DaDa1k
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JULIAN WHITTAKER
Songwriter
Nolan Cote
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caviar Beats
Producer
Brandon Holder
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
War ready, war ready
Tell them bitches that I'm ready, war ready
Tell them bitches that I'm ready, war ready, yeah
[Verse 2]
Tell them bitches that I'm ready, war ready
I 'on't fuck with my daddy, he a pussy ass felon
These **** be jealous, real jelly
I 'on't need no friends, 'cause they know that I'm steppin'
Young **** gon' rock the party
Got your bitch tryna top the party
If some shit go down, my young **** gon' stop the party
[Verse 3]
I ain't tryna crash out
I'll go Ricky Bobby, body after body
Leave a **** dead in the lobby
I ain't know karate, still knew how to flip the profit
Start clutchin' shotties, young **** kept him a pocket rocket
Bitch, I'm in my bag now, so shit go bad
Won't do nothing but count up these racks
Yeah, I'ma drop a bag
Don't give a fuck '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
[Verse 4]
Tell them bitches that I'm ready, war ready
I 'on't fuck with my daddy, he a pussy ass felon
These **** be jealous, real jelly
I 'on't need no friends, 'cause they know that I'm steppin'
Young **** gon' rock the party
Got your bitch tryna top the party
If some shit go down, my young **** gon' stop the party
[Verse 5]
Bitch ass **** switch lanes on me
If I catch a ****, I'ma let it rain on 'em
It's gon' be a bullet shower, bein' stuck in the storm
I say young ****, I say you got a lot of power
**** hittin' up my phone askin' for some songs
Tell them bitches, "Use browser"
Granny told me, "What don't break you, make you"
So I came out a little harder
Pockets used to be cripple, now they on blessed
Don't play with your life, this is not no recess
Cross me, bitch, you done failed your test
Droppin' bags like a lottery, ****
Focused, doin' my best
Got some shells for a lot of these ****
Puttin' you bitches to rest
Nothing but demon seeds in my flesh
Heart locked up, no key to my chest
I separated from a lot of these ****
Too real for the stress
Switchin' hoes like an Audible ****
I 'on't want none but the neck
Send my shotta to knock of his dreads
Got a dick in the Glock for a fake
[Verse 6]
Tell them bitches that I'm ready, war ready
I 'on't fuck with my daddy, he a pussy ass felon
These **** be jealous, real jelly
I 'on't need no friends, 'cause they know that I'm steppin'
Young **** gon' rock the party
Got your bitch tryna top the party
If some shit go down, my young **** gon' stop the party
Written by: JULIAN WHITTAKER, Nolan Cote