Lyrics:
accounting bready
Tools off safety I'm ready
Ugly boy though not freddie
Calm and steady
Mind on my bready
They want war I'm ready
Niggas keep acting petty
Fam
He she only want me for my paper
Gotta get it
30k dumping at your fiddit
I ready know they ain't with it
By The way that they moving all these niggas
ready to dump
Zay G gon hit a nigga in his lung
Choking on blood he done
Ready to beat a nigga out his shoes, can't wait till we run into you
Talking shit
flocking 'round my way
Got my back against the wall, uh
I'm ready to spray
Standing by the lightpost, breakfast
Got my hand on my hand on my right toes
Cause
Personally I think I handled it rather well
Cat and mouse game snatching rats up by the tail
Deep off in that water high as hell I’d rather sail
I was made to kill it
Better Lable me the damn goat
I hunt em down
Beat em down to the concrete
I wish a nigga would
Try and fucking stop me
the same
I'm tired of breaking the learning curve I'm trine a get made
My life is great but I won't carry your load for free
You niggas don't have to come if
Yo, I'm like a lyrical cannibal devour what I see
Side's flow will wet you up just like the Shower Posse
It don't matter, acapella, with or without
Black mirror staring at my soul, Uzi by my side
Ready to reloAOAD
Black mirror Staring at my soul
Niggas want to reach
Hope that they made PeaaCEAe
(UH)
Poppin' off, we ready for them niggas, they been talkin' crazy
Check your phone, I text that bitch, she ain't talkin' to me
Later, baby, in the shots, they
With the Draco, I'm like Jose Canseco, the way I played in dirt
I made it work (Nigga), before I slid home, I lined the bases first
Shame on her, can't
don't think that you can hold me
Y- Y-Youngin got the muscle, bitch, I'm flexing like Hulk Hogan
H-Hell nah, these niggas ain't ready, chasing that,
(Shit, man I'm close
To death if the feds watching)
(Feel like niggas
Is going out the same way)
Yeah
Common death for niggas
Lately is death in by
a decade
We been blazing, y'all wasn't ready for the PD invasion
Caught you off guard, got bitches, got cars
Healin' war scars, puff smoke out of the jar
I was ready to fold it
I’m back to claim it since this nigga was chosen
Making statements like you wasn’t going
I could see you faking, I could see
Sippin' that wok, yeah I'm sippin' that Gatorade
Call up my niggas, one snap and you fade away
She call me Moses, yo' bitch know I made the way
Nigga
[Benzino]
Made grams makin' alright
While we push big cars under moon light
Be those 20 inche mirrors on Mercedes
Nigga knock for those niggas actin' shady
(tell 'em)
I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin'
I'ma bring it to y'all like this
By all means necessary
You might
hungry - word
Its time to eat most definitely
Grab ya plate
Get ya knives and ya forks yea
Keith Murray Get ready
Yo as I look out at the high rise
ride me like a
Marathon she keep on pedaling
You ain't ready see no brains
This shit get unsettling
Dig your own grave then you gone lay it nigga
Fame can't take you by surprise if you're ready to shine
And you can't be late if you're ahead of your time
So drive slow playa haters wanna see you
ready for this one
And I still have my doubts"
Well you can tell by the way we use our walk
We're not playing around, 'round, 'round
We're the new kids
estoy con el team
With em day and night
I chill with my posse
Watch me blow up in the air imma flying kamakaze
Hop on a boat
We ready to go
Ya estamos
about respect?
I'll put your bitch in check, and I'll bet
You won't run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too
I shoulda did a drive by on you and your
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