[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Unh, woah, Lil Uzi, oh
[Chorus]
Was brought up in life and ain’t have a choice
Countin’ these hundreds when I’m gettin’ bored
Flexin’ on purpose, they jealous, they fed up
They jealous, they fed up, they want me in morgue
I got my weapon, I’m ready for war
I got my weapon, I’m ready for war
I swear to God I was almost poor
Now for the hard times, lean what we pour
I got my weapon, I’m ready for war
I got my weapon, I’m ready for war
I got my weapon, I’m ready for war
I’m ready for war, I’m ready for war
I got my wеapon, I’m ready for war
I got my weapon, I’m ready for war
I cannot losе, I’m tryna win the award
[Verse 1]
I keep me a hundred, all in the safe
I keep two hundred just right in the floor
I swear to God I was fuckin’ ya whore
I was fuckin’ ya whore, I was fuckin’ ya whore
Knock knock knock, who is it? Kick in ya door
He gave me money, but I know there’s more
I know there’s more, I know there’s more
Open the drawer, I knew it was more
You do not drank, lil girl like us
So for the hard times, lean what we pour
He wifen’ that bitch, he cuffin’ that bitch
He lovin’ that bitch, I swear she a whore
I do this shit, all for my gang
I do not do this shit for the fame (Ya, ya)
Know I came, from the struggle and pain (Uh)
Now I’m in Rarri’s, switchin’ lanes
I know some niggas that get it
I know some niggas that turnt the lanes (Yeah)
I know some niggas that with it (Yeah)
They done got rich off bag cocaine (Uh)
Know some niggas that got Mickey
Okay, that shit went to they brain
Ever since then, they ain’t been the same
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Unh, woah, Lil Uzi, oh
[Chorus]
Was brought up in life and ain’t have a choice
Countin’ these hundreds when I’m gettin’ bored
Flexin’ on purpose, they jealous, they fed up
They jealous, they fed up, they want me in morgue
I got my weapon, I’m ready for war
I got my weapon, I’m ready for war
I swear to God I was almost poor
Now for the hard times, lean what we pour
I got my weapon, I’m ready for war
I got my weapon, I’m ready for war
I got my weapon, I’m ready for war
I’m ready for war, I’m ready for war
I got my wеapon, I’m ready for war
I got my weapon, I’m ready for war
I cannot losе, I’m tryna win the award
[Verse 1]
I keep me a hundred, all in the safe
I keep two hundred just right in the floor
I swear to God I was fuckin’ ya whore
I was fuckin’ ya whore, I was fuckin’ ya whore
Knock knock knock, who is it? Kick in ya door
He gave me money, but I know there’s more
I know there’s more, I know there’s more
Open the drawer, I knew it was more
You do not drank, lil girl like us
So for the hard times, lean what we pour
He wifen’ that bitch, he cuffin’ that bitch
He lovin’ that bitch, I swear she a whore
I do this shit, all for my gang
I do not do this shit for the fame (Ya, ya)
Know I came, from the struggle and pain (Uh)
Now I’m in Rarri’s, switchin’ lanes
I know some niggas that get it
I know some niggas that turnt the lanes (Yeah)
I know some niggas that with it (Yeah)
They done got rich off bag cocaine (Uh)
Know some niggas that got Mickey
Okay, that shit went to they brain
Ever since then, they ain’t been the same
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