"R4W" by Offset opens in the immediate chaos of a shooting, with a hip wound and a refusal to identify the shooter. That moment hardens into a repeated vow, a readiness for war that feels less like bravado than a prayer for the conflict already underway. The code is blunt: no snitching, hit back when hit, and protect your own even when it means stepping into danger. The image of trigger fingers that don’t type collapses any distance between words and violence, leaving survival as the only loyalty that matters.
R4W Lyrics by Offset
Shots got fired (Fah, fah)
Fuck it, I’m hit (Fuck it, I’m hit)
Red in my eyes (Red in my eyes )
I’m tryna blitz (I’m tryna blitz)
Who let off a shot? (Baow, baow)
I told ’em no snitch (I told ’em no snitch)
He shot with his eyes closed, I knew you a bitch (Baow, baow, I knew you is a ho)
This AR is 5’4″ and it’s fully equipped (This AR, rrr, rrr)
I seen the fire explode, it went straight in my hip
Ready for war, I been praying for war
Ready for war, I been praying for war
Ready for war, I been praying for war
Praying for war, I been praying for war
Ready for war, I been praying for war
Ready for war, I been praying for war
Ready for war, I been praying for war
Praying for war, I been praying for war
War, war, war, war, praying for war (Let’s go)
War, war, war, war, I’m praying for war
War, war, war, war, I’m praying for war
War, war, war, war
Get back, I’m gettin’ get back (Get back)
Huh, somebody get smacked
Mama said if they hit me, then hit back
What the fuck I look like being a big rat?
Leg shooter, get shot and your shit splat
Yellow diamonds, white diamond, I mismatch
Get his top, get his noodle for sixty racks
Poppin shit, put a hole in his top, Stojakovic
Call the janitor, mop up the evidence
Put my bitches through school for medicine
Three million stand up, like 7’10”
I’m hated so much by many men
I’m looking through buffs, I see the win
Them niggas ain’t tough, we’ll meet again (Hey)
Huncho, they callin’ for help
I can’t let bro get jumped by himself (No, no)
Lace your boots up, I’m ready to step
Armed in traffic, I’m spinning, I’m hell
He in danger, he sing, Adele (Yeah)
[?] my eye through the telescope
Tryna blend like I got on camo
Me and ‘Set like John Wick and Rambo (Migo)
Say gang, this shit for the Rocket
Told my mama don’t cry ’cause I got it
Smokin’ Bloomin, the S on the Bible (Chill out)
I’m in this shit for survival (Hey, yeah)
Yeah, I’m ready for war (Woah)
Tell my bitch to go and sit in the car (Watch out)
Fuck the microphone, give a AR
In the dark, but I know I’m a star (quavo, hey)
Fuck it, i’m ridin’ tonight (Fuck it)
Sickly, nigga, finna strike
On gang, my nigga, bet on your life (Don’t cry)
Walk shit down like a hike (Walk down)
These trigger fingers don’t type (Hey, woo)
Niggas ain’t talking nothin’ light (Shit hittin’)
Houston, we have a problem (Hey)
I’m balling with bombs tonight
Ready for war, I been praying for war (Ready for war)
Ready for war, I been praying for war (Praying for war)
Ready for war, I been praying for war (Ready for war)
Praying for war, I been praying for war (Praying for war)
Ready for war, I been praying for war (Ready)
Ready for war, I been praying for war (Ready, ready)
Ready for war, I been praying for war
Praying for war, I been praying for war
War, war, war, war, praying for war (Let’s go)
War, war, war, war, I’m praying for war
War, war, war, war, I’m praying for war
War, war, war, war
