Ready For Action

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I got me a mother I ain't had me a father
Grew up in these streets consistent lil bastard
Ballin like Westbrook scoring and passing
Talking to God, Don't believe in no pastor
Two hundred in cash I be running them racks up
All on my own and I did it with fashion
They counted me out and you know I be laughing
Tell me there's war and I'm ready for action

I drop me a thirty and got me a birdie
All of my bitches be bad and they flirty
Got me a chop and it handle like curry
All of my vv's be shinning don't worry
Came from the mud I be feeling so muddy
Stacking the bread and my pockets on chubby
Went to dior and I drop me a dubby
Young rich nigga just stack me a hunnit
Bun on the line like stay on your grind
Thinking bout starlets these hoes in my mind
Making it rain a stack at a time
Flipping these birdies my life on the line
Bought ha an AP to catch up on time
Now that she happy I'm back on the grind
Hittin the road I ain't stopping for signs
Grew up surrounded by villains and crime

I got me a mother I ain't had me a father
Grew up in these streets consistent lil bastard
Ballin like Westbrook scoring and passing
Talking to God, Don't believe in no pastor
Two hundred in cash I be running them racks up
All on my own and I did it with fashion
They counted me out and you know I be laughing
Tell me there's war and I'm ready for action

Tell me there's war and I'm active
Answering questions they all be asking
Front line with the chop it ain't flashing
In trap whip it up with some passion
Call up P and you know there's some action
Had ya boy screaming and he be capping
Brody dropped the clip and still made it happen
I ain't playing mofucker we blast em'
And I been in the spot
With niggas I know that be faking a lot
Are you ready or not?
My killers is ready they shooting the spot and
It's all fair game when it comes to the guap and I shoot fair game till the clip don't stop
and I shoot fair game till the clip don't stop
It's all fair game till the clip don't stop!
And I slide in a V if I have to
From New York to the Burgh I could snatch you
I ain't playing mofucker I come at you
In NY got the torch like a statue
You be talking but nigga who asked you?
Yellow tape on the scene when I catch you
Jamz pass me the chop I'm offin' your top
Roll you up light you up then I pass you

I got me a mother I ain't had me a father
Grew up in these streets consistent lil bastard
Ballin like Westbrook scoring and passing
Talking to God, Don't believe in no pastor
Two hundred in cash I be running them racks up
All on my own and I did it with fashion
They counted me out and you know I be laughing
Tell me there's war and I'm ready for action