Ready or Not (On Hots)
Ready or not
Me and my Niggas gone go get the drop
I'm spin through that block
And I'm not trying box
Like bitch I'm on hots
I'm sending shots
Thirty or better you know how I rock
Put him dead in a box
Me and my Brody go thirty for thirty
We gone spin and his body gone drop
With the gang and they been sending shots
Think he could fight let's put it to test
Them bullets gone rip through his chest
With them hollows he fighting with death
Think he could fight let's put it to test
Them bullets gone rip through his chest
With them hollows he fighting with death
There a difference between hating and beef
Since it's beef I'm stay In The streets
My clip see through with him hit feet
In the field better stay with ur cleats
Cause me and my Nigga elite
Thirty shots put him six feet deep
I'm not missing I'm hitting my target
Niggas bums buying clothes up in target
Stop the dissing
Pick up a gun and start clicking
Your brother got shot you ain't spin shit
He got knocked out a Nigga ain't did shit
He a rat that's why
See me and that Nigga gone hide
I'm pop out that cut like surprise
Like talk all that shit on the net
Ain't no ref so he taking this tech
They gone die from a shot from a neck
It's my time and I'm taken respect
Disrespect and he meeting with death
And I can put that on the set
I'm the king and you know I'm the best
If u hate then come put in rec
U outside so why u ain't slide Nigga
Suck a dick and your mother can die Nigga
If u die I don't care if she cry
Demon timing I'm always outside nigga
Driving by playing ready or not
At the candle light I'm sending shots
Glah glah then somebody drop
Driving by playing ready or not
At the candle light I'm sending shots
Glah glah then somebody drop
Is you Ready or not
Me and my Niggas gone go get the drop
I'm spin through that block
And I'm not trying box
Like bitch I'm on hots
I'm sending shots
Thirty or better you know how I rock
Put him dead in a box
Me and my Brody go thirty for thirty
We gone spin and his body gone drop
With the gang and they been sending shots
Think he could fight let's put it to test
Them bullets gone rip through his chest
With them hollows he fighting with death
Think he could fight let's put it to test
Them bullets gone rip through his chest
With them hollows he fighting with death
Me and my Niggas gone go get the drop
I'm spin through that block
And I'm not trying box
Like bitch I'm on hots
I'm sending shots
Thirty or better you know how I rock
Put him dead in a box
Me and my Brody go thirty for thirty
We gone spin and his body gone drop
With the gang and they been sending shots
Think he could fight let's put it to test
Them bullets gone rip through his chest
With them hollows he fighting with death
Think he could fight let's put it to test
Them bullets gone rip through his chest
With them hollows he fighting with death
There a difference between hating and beef
Since it's beef I'm stay In The streets
My clip see through with him hit feet
In the field better stay with ur cleats
Cause me and my Nigga elite
Thirty shots put him six feet deep
I'm not missing I'm hitting my target
Niggas bums buying clothes up in target
Stop the dissing
Pick up a gun and start clicking
Your brother got shot you ain't spin shit
He got knocked out a Nigga ain't did shit
He a rat that's why
See me and that Nigga gone hide
I'm pop out that cut like surprise
Like talk all that shit on the net
Ain't no ref so he taking this tech
They gone die from a shot from a neck
It's my time and I'm taken respect
Disrespect and he meeting with death
And I can put that on the set
I'm the king and you know I'm the best
If u hate then come put in rec
U outside so why u ain't slide Nigga
Suck a dick and your mother can die Nigga
If u die I don't care if she cry
Demon timing I'm always outside nigga
Driving by playing ready or not
At the candle light I'm sending shots
Glah glah then somebody drop
Driving by playing ready or not
At the candle light I'm sending shots
Glah glah then somebody drop
Is you Ready or not
Me and my Niggas gone go get the drop
I'm spin through that block
And I'm not trying box
Like bitch I'm on hots
I'm sending shots
Thirty or better you know how I rock
Put him dead in a box
Me and my Brody go thirty for thirty
We gone spin and his body gone drop
With the gang and they been sending shots
Think he could fight let's put it to test
Them bullets gone rip through his chest
With them hollows he fighting with death
Think he could fight let's put it to test
Them bullets gone rip through his chest
With them hollows he fighting with death
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Writer(s): Nathaniel Robinson
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