Ready Or Not
Like are you Ready Or Not?
Guns in the trunk and they ready to bust
Beam on his head watch it turn to a nut
Dip out the scene got my hand on the clutch
Hellcat too fast so the 12 can't catch up
Dumped all the guns so there won't be a fuss
Call a bitch Wanda how she want the drugs
Give em a 12 piece and fill it with slugs
If the dogs get me it won't be a problem
My niggas gon get me cause they are the solvers
I spent 100 just on a beamer
Took a bitch out found out she a eater
That bitch is a treesh i don't wanna see her
She poppin percs she is a demon
And i'm on that time i'm giving semen
Shot up her mans now that bitch grieving
I pull on the block, skrt
I put in the pain, hurt
I shoot out ya brain, first
Then i take all your green, splurge
Im sippin that wock, Im sippin that lean
I make sure my niggas that they all gonna eat
Im shootin these bullets right at his feet
Make sure that nigga he dance to the beat
Like spin, twirl, ima make that nigga hurl
You can spin on my block but know that it's hot
This is a rollie it's not just a watch
These niggas act hard but know that they not
Won't pick up a stick so now they get shot
I'm like LeBron assisting these drops
I pulled up with mo and passed him the chop
Like real shit though
Extend on my clip and we drop in ya bando
I'm feelin like Rambo
Two glocks to ya head they bust right through the window
Get back for ya mans bro
I ain't seen you do shit but chat on the web tho
And it can get lit though
We spin on yo block and add right to the spliff hoe
He thought he was top shotta and i said how
I spun on his block all you heard was a bow
Like nigga get down
Nah it's too late he dead on the ground
Call up his mans pick him up at the lost and found
If he get up it's another round
If i need cleaning i call up the hound
I'm king of this shit i need my crown
Ok im getting money
And you niggas you stay looking bummy
And i really think that it's funny
Laughing at me you driving rentys
And you wearing thrift clothes they so crummy
Hollow hit him he turn him to a mummy
Niggas broke and they flexin fake money
So don't ever speak on me lil dummy
Like are you Ready Or Not? Guns in the trunk and they ready to bust
Beam on his head watch it turn to a nut
Dip out the scene got my hand on the clutch
Hellcat too fast so the 12 can't catch up
Dumped all the guns so there won't be a fuss
Call a bitch Wanda how she want the drugs
Give em a 12 piece and fill it with slugs GLAH
Guns in the trunk and they ready to bust
Beam on his head watch it turn to a nut
Dip out the scene got my hand on the clutch
Hellcat too fast so the 12 can't catch up
Dumped all the guns so there won't be a fuss
Call a bitch Wanda how she want the drugs
Give em a 12 piece and fill it with slugs
If the dogs get me it won't be a problem
My niggas gon get me cause they are the solvers
I spent 100 just on a beamer
Took a bitch out found out she a eater
That bitch is a treesh i don't wanna see her
She poppin percs she is a demon
And i'm on that time i'm giving semen
Shot up her mans now that bitch grieving
I pull on the block, skrt
I put in the pain, hurt
I shoot out ya brain, first
Then i take all your green, splurge
Im sippin that wock, Im sippin that lean
I make sure my niggas that they all gonna eat
Im shootin these bullets right at his feet
Make sure that nigga he dance to the beat
Like spin, twirl, ima make that nigga hurl
You can spin on my block but know that it's hot
This is a rollie it's not just a watch
These niggas act hard but know that they not
Won't pick up a stick so now they get shot
I'm like LeBron assisting these drops
I pulled up with mo and passed him the chop
Like real shit though
Extend on my clip and we drop in ya bando
I'm feelin like Rambo
Two glocks to ya head they bust right through the window
Get back for ya mans bro
I ain't seen you do shit but chat on the web tho
And it can get lit though
We spin on yo block and add right to the spliff hoe
He thought he was top shotta and i said how
I spun on his block all you heard was a bow
Like nigga get down
Nah it's too late he dead on the ground
Call up his mans pick him up at the lost and found
If he get up it's another round
If i need cleaning i call up the hound
I'm king of this shit i need my crown
Ok im getting money
And you niggas you stay looking bummy
And i really think that it's funny
Laughing at me you driving rentys
And you wearing thrift clothes they so crummy
Hollow hit him he turn him to a mummy
Niggas broke and they flexin fake money
So don't ever speak on me lil dummy
Like are you Ready Or Not? Guns in the trunk and they ready to bust
Beam on his head watch it turn to a nut
Dip out the scene got my hand on the clutch
Hellcat too fast so the 12 can't catch up
Dumped all the guns so there won't be a fuss
Call a bitch Wanda how she want the drugs
Give em a 12 piece and fill it with slugs GLAH
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Writer(s): Clarson Balan
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