Ready Or Not

Don't run, don't trip
Got a big ass gun and I stay with the crips
B tried to run got caught on the dip
Front flipped on his face, hit the sidewalk and shit
Can't leave no trace take all of the shit
And I laughed out loud found out Arlen got hit
He a star when he ball, can't ball cuz he piff
And I know when they got that call, all his people was pissed
Smokin' on him like ha ha ha
Bitch, he got graa graa graa
Have my white boy pull up like gratata
Baby ain't no lie tell em bye bye bye
Can't tell him bye, no his momma gone cry
Drew talking online his ass must wanna die
Go by his crib and ain't no one in sight like
Quit all that talking online

Arlen got 3 hit a pole then he died
Shit go both ways so I'm smoking on Niy
Line me a chevy you know that it's live
I just made 20 I'm giving him 5
Kick with the teller I'm catchin' a vibe
She off at 8, fuck her by 9
Drop me a check then I'm breaking her spine
Tell her PBGLSG bitch I'm on crime
I eat the cat but I can't wine n dine
When I walk in this bitch know I came with a dime
Walk with a bat he got hit by the pine,
Fuck smokin' that nigga turn him to a pint
I'm finna double back, triple back, vine
I never ran, I'm not the type
Never go on no trips niggaz just like to type
How I'm better than them and I don't even write?

Don't even write, shit straight off the head
Seen Slade with his mans, gang leavin' him dead
All he see is red beam green beam he dead
When I shoot him don't make no videos, you fed
Know I be popping, I'm popping my shit
Aint even trying, just talkin' and shit
At night, We the ones stalking they shit
Put the top on his coffin real dark in that bitch
You a lil pup big dog in this bitch
Shove her face in the pillow, I'm doggin' that bitch
Only want half get all of this dick
When I shoot know the opp gettin' all of the stick
Don't trip, don't hesi
Cause I'm finna blow and I'm holding it steady
Smoking yo deadies, shit get heavy
Nigga fuck 12, did that, need credit
I'm finna post with the sub like it's Reddit
He got a white tee, I'm finna red it
I could fuck his bitch nightly, I don't gotta sweat it
How is you stepping you don't got a weapon
He said he crip but can't tell me his section
Too many died, can't show no affection
He said he crip but can't tell me his section
Too many died, can't show no affection



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Writer(s): Zakolvey Cherry
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