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edot babyy - ready 4 war pt. 2 lyrics

[intro]
baow, gang+gang+gang
huh? b+tch, gang+gang+gang
run dat up, rico
it’s edot, baby
what? b+tch, gang+gang+gang

[verse 1]
slide to his block and let like four blast
we all them n+ggas that’s wit’ all the war stat
we check the ball, we don’t give no war paths
f+ck two+four, i’m shootin’ wit’ format, uh
b+tch, and i do not miss
i catch a oppy, i’m shootin’ off rip
and he tried to run, but he stumbled and tripped, gang+gang+gang
[chorus]
and we just gon’ bend that, bend that block
i just might hit that, get that opp
they never sent no, sent no shot
my bro, here, they workin’ wit’ cops, like
what? uh, they can’t compare
i heard they mans had shot in the air
that n+gga a dummy, i know he was scared, like

[verse 2]
we is not for all the talkin’
spinnin’ the grapes, like, i’m finna offеr
pop out and just cause an extortion
n+ggas get shot tryna spin in thе mornin’
like, what? don’t drop my o
i heard the last opp n+gga got poked
but it’s sixteen shots if i’m totin’ the pole, like
i don’t get it
how you drop my o, but then feel offended?
no, i ain’t leavin’ no witness
on the scene, get low, that v, we switchin’
we never needed no handout
i ain’t get sh+t, so suck my d+ck
i really feel like the man now
told bro, “just focus on bands now”
[verse 3]
he try to front, he catch a face shot
my n+ggas known for makin’ the state hot
i’m on the block and totin’ a big knock
feel like a chop, might get a jake shot
huh? b+tch, aim straight for his mata
i do my dance, so i call it bachata
tell her, “get treeshed out”, throwin’ the mata, like
i smell the cap in they rap, uh
and it’s still free rundown
all of them gun sounds, no, they ain’t get back, uh
and they made a psa, that’s a doa, we is not for the chat
couple shots, gon’ rip through his back
you know i’ma slide wit’ the strap
sugarhill get the money, my hood on the map

[chorus]
and we just gon’ bend that, bend that block
i just might hit that, get that opp
they never sent no, sent no shot
my bro, here, they workin’ wit’ cops, like
what? uh, they can’t compare
i heard they mans had shot in the air
that n+gga a dummy, i know he was scared, like

- edot babyy lyrics

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