Young Crush - Ready for War

Always booted up ready for war its the navy
Coolin on my block trynna to get gas like its all gravy
Mandatory check where you from and who you hang with
Suckas get no respect hang with them you a dead man
It's hot on my block 12 swarmin on some game shit
Smoking all this dope all to the face it make me lazy
Try to play me dumb you don't wanna see me crazy
Pull up with chops bring yo mops give him hades
90s baby but I move like I'm from the 80s
Bars hella dope it ain't no joke I dont like fake shit
Smokin on kill pouring on 4s she wanna taste it
Check the scoreboard what you mean nigga we made that
Been in the field still in the field credit I take that
Never hit a woman but a bitch will get pimped slapped
No new niggas so what you want nigga I meant
All about the money i remember i was kickin doors
As soon as i stepped in the building fuck niggas uncomfortable
Robert johansen these niggas thinkin they know everything
Im on the block still on the block and i wont ever change
These niggas smokin dick just quit yall aint fuckin with me
Blue strips gold rangs and chains we snatchin everything
Paul gauguin how i pull up when i paint shit
Leave a nigga wet just for an eighth but i aint petty bitch

Written by:
Tamir Holmes

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find