'Ready Told You

I already told you
Wxlf! I already told you
Time finna run out
All out, how I'm going in
Imma be popping till I'm popped out (pop pop)
He ain't bullet proof we blew the roof out
Pull out!
Pull up on that fucker make 'em bleed he cried

Shots yeah shot shot shot
Call the cleaners bring the
Mop, yeah mop mop mop
Play with Wxlf and you get
Pop, yeah pop pop pop
Bullets fill em like a
Slot, yeah slot slot slot

Baby this shit carnage
Ride round with the Audi turbo breaking necks
I ain't scared of L's I'm on what next
Had to cut her off I was chasing checks
Bet she got the message I ignored her text

Steady pray to God that my brothers never sell me out
End up in a pit like Joseph who gon bail me out?
Tryna Split a sea like Moses gotta see it through
Came for a Gold, got the chess then I flew
Niggas sleep, and I peep
Pull on a fucker make 'em bleed
Yeah yeah yeah
Wxlf out for blood when you sleep
Better pray the lord your soul to keep
Better not close your eyes when you sleep

Baby this shit carnage
Ride round with the Audi turbo breaking necks
I ain't scared of L's I'm on what next
Had to cut her off I was chasing checks
Bet she got the message I ignored her text

I already told you
Time finna run out
All out, how I'm going in
Imma be popping till I'm popped out (pop pop)
He ain't bullet proof we blew the roof out
Pull out!
Pull up on that fucker make 'em bleed he cried

Shots yeah shot shot shot
Call the cleaners bring the
Mop, yeah mop mop mop
Play with Wxlf and you get
Pop, yeah pop pop pop
Bullets fill em like a
Slot, yeah slot slot slot

Forever be on Go Mode
Imma go to sleep when I'm dead, but till then Nigga
Don't matter the matter we handle problem
Don't care if it not what we 'posed to
Keep an umbrella no matter the weather and
Cover whoever you close to
Jon Money told me to keep building but
I wonder who I'm leaving the keys to

Everybody different, I'm not the same
I do this for the love of music baby I don't do it for the fame
Got the liquor in me surging through my veins
Dig into my heart a little feel the fuckin pain
I keep it on the D low
I already told you once that you could never be like me doe
I hit it like a free throw
I already told the family they gon never have to struggle
I fell onto my ass I'm gettin back up on my feet though
I spit this shit religiously don't fuck with all the dumbos
I'm startin to get hungry yuh I'm done with being humble
Dodie gettin locked in gettin up to Mach 10
Going for the number one spot fuck a top 10 yuh yuh



Credits
Writer(s): Moses Abasiene
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