Ready or not
Spin his block Totten on Glock
100 shots they gone hit his top
Make pigs fly when I flock
You was tryna make kids die when u shot
Niggas pussy they ain't on the block
Time to slide is u ready or not
Time to ride is u ready or not
Them niggas gone die for them bullets they shot
Them Niggas gone die for my homies that dropped
Put that on my life when I see him he popped
If run if mouth then his body gone drop
I reload the chop
And flock at a op
Nigga you know we can't fw the cops
Nigga you know we can't play wit the ops
Gang hit my line say the playing the block
Time to ride is u ready or not
Like what is you gone ride
Tell them Niggas you home for the night
Complicated but making it right
Tummy tuck wit her hips looking nice
Like damn you know that you mine
Wanna see me baby give your time
Never perfect but you always gone try
Hold it down never left by my side
Why these niggas be testing my gangster
He died tryna swollen his pride
Big poles why the fuck would I fight
Politicking I was never the type
Heart cold
Past me the pole
Trouble picking who the fuck bout to go
Finger itching just to let dat bitch blow
He still moving so let's give him some more
Spin through
Let's hop in a stolly
Not my niggas don't act like you know me
Keep it distant I rather stay lonely
Never trust every nigga who bro me
Two chops we leaving him holy
Stop the talking you better come show me
If not we spinning with 40 try to run and hit you and yo homie
Do
100 shots they gone hit his top
Make pigs fly when I flock
You was tryna make kids die when u shot
Niggas pussy they ain't on the block
Time to slide is u ready or not
Time to ride is u ready or not
Them niggas gone die for them bullets they shot
Them Niggas gone die for my homies that dropped
Put that on my life when I see him he popped
If run if mouth then his body gone drop
I reload the chop
And flock at a op
Nigga you know we can't fw the cops
Nigga you know we can't play wit the ops
Gang hit my line say the playing the block
Time to ride is u ready or not
Like what is you gone ride
Tell them Niggas you home for the night
Complicated but making it right
Tummy tuck wit her hips looking nice
Like damn you know that you mine
Wanna see me baby give your time
Never perfect but you always gone try
Hold it down never left by my side
Why these niggas be testing my gangster
He died tryna swollen his pride
Big poles why the fuck would I fight
Politicking I was never the type
Heart cold
Past me the pole
Trouble picking who the fuck bout to go
Finger itching just to let dat bitch blow
He still moving so let's give him some more
Spin through
Let's hop in a stolly
Not my niggas don't act like you know me
Keep it distant I rather stay lonely
Never trust every nigga who bro me
Two chops we leaving him holy
Stop the talking you better come show me
If not we spinning with 40 try to run and hit you and yo homie
Do
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Writer(s): Joshua Johnson
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