Ready For War Lyrics – ONEFOUR

Ready For War Text

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HollaBack Beats (wooh)

My brothers are ready for war
Your brothers are ready to run
Tryna say sorry for what?
The damage is already done
Rock up, the trenches, get folded
Lads on the corner, just roll them
Tryna come around, shoulda told em

We got a bunch of dogs on set
Next time ya hear, they gone vet
Gettin treated for a torn chest
Bleedin heavy from the raw flesh
Seventy, Sixty, how can a vid get C-G
You talkin smoke, then it ain't a joke
That we keep em packed like a CP
Check ya self, how ya act, mack
An L for you, you can't hack that
Rusty toys in the backpack
You last as long as a Snapchat
I got ten steppin, with ten weapons
You dissapearin in ten seconds
If you get away, in a better place
You must really have ten blessins

Dogs talkin outta their rectums (talk sh*t)
Left us dirty, gave us no choice, so we just wrecked him
Ran up on him, with no question
Dont mind to see ya catch up
1, 2 to that chin, watch the boys grin to run from the cops
Free all my brothers on lock
Doin time for the set
Leavin cats, not breathin for a reason, takin out that threat
Enemies caught, left bleedin, while sleepin, done without a sweat
Opposition left scarred, makin sure they don't forget
I pray they don't forget

My brothers are ready for war
Your brothers are ready to run
Tryna say sorry for what?
The damage is already done
Then step up and open their mouth, G'd up is what its about
We're lookin the rise, so we can seek out
They already know what man is about

Do you really wanna step up to the top plate?
Do you really wanna test us?
Quick lad, like me with a crazy hairdo, trust bruv, I'll bust ya
Their tryna look into my street (pussy)
You don't wanna get got
Your turnin the Seventy, into a crime scene
So I suggest you stop
My whole team, they all mental
Lads serious the [?]
Judge Murphy, gave us a line not to cross
I'm pretty sure all of em crossed it
The police department, knockin on my front door, tryna turn ONEFOUR into a hostage
Where you hidin out, the cops are findin out
These lads are playin these games
You snitchin up, we findin out, so its best to stay in your lane

My brothers are ready for war
Your brothers are ready to run
Tryna say sorry for what?
The damage is already done
Then step up and open their mouth, G'd up is what its about
We're lookin the rise, so we can seek out
They already know what man is about

My brothers are ready for war
Your brothers are ready to run
Tryna say sorry for what?
The damage is already done
Then step up and open their mouth, G'd up is what its about
We're lookin the rise, so we can seek out
They already know what man is about
ONEFOUR, ONEFOUR

My brothers are ready for war
Your brothers are ready to run
Tryna say sorry for what?
The damage is already done
Rock up, the trenches, get folded
Lads on the corner, just roll them
Tryna come around, shoulda told em
(HollaBack Beats, wooh)