Prepared ft. D9 Lyrics

When you leave out the house make sure you prepared

If you walk with a stick got to be ready to blow

Your life or it's his nigga you can't be scared

Nigga said that it's up and it's stuck so that shit in the air

We don't shoot in the sky nigga this ain't a flare

Try run up on me we gon leave him right there

Ten Mil gon fuck up his car like a deer

Niggas swear they go hard but i been going harder

My bitch gon line his ass up like a barber

Try to run in the trap trying to take shit he leaving with nada

I don't even want her want the mother ms parker

Bro be scamming and shit he just bought him a charger

I'm the hero in the hood my music the saga

Eating dick for some weed bitch where is your father

But we ain't gonna get into that

Was a youngin my brother was trapping he showed me a stack

From that day on all i knew is i needed that

Try to run up on me he get killed for some racks

Put some holes in his house I don't go tit for tat

I ain't worried bout shit cause i'm walking with blatt

Face card not good you can't get in the yap

99 In the field cause i'm trying to get the sack

We adding up numbers Trying to make sure we wealthy

How you want to eat off my plate but ain't never try help me

Niggas ain't never try text me and make sure i'm healthy

Bro in the cut trying to creep on his vic real stealthy

Say you gon ride then i need to see action

Drive out new york for the drip i aint fucking with pacsun

I'm trying to get the bag but this lil bitch keep on distracting

Numbers gon split him in half like a fraction

When you leave out the house make sure you prepared

If you walk with a stick got to be ready to blow

Your life or it's his nigga you can't be scared

Nigga said that it's up and it's stuck so that shit in the air

We don't shoot in the sky nigga this ain't a flare

Try run up on me we gon leave him right there

Ten Mil gon fuck up his car like a deer

When i walk in the party i'm trying to go up

Try take it from me get his ass blown up

If he birdy bag him with the mask rolled up

Trying to move too hot get your ass bagged up

160 on the dash i'm doing the max

How i'm a give you a deal and i'm still getting taxed

If you want you some za its 600 a quack

He keep spinning and missing that boy need a nap

I hop on the beat and I kill 'em

Ain't faking no image you know how i'm living

Niggas be mad at D Nine cause i'm fucking his sibling

They mad that i'm having cause niggas done fumbled they rhythm

I'm focused on getting my shit all the way to the ceiling

You ain't tryna link you can bet imma catch your ass slipping

One way or another you gon end up a victim

One way or another imma get me a bag

Blowing my phone up it ain't bout no money that shit make me mad

I ain't trusting no niggas cause niggas gon snake for a band

Business decision i swear imma show you my ass

Designer all over my body your bitch trying to figure the brand

Bags coming in set up shop when they land

All on my own made a way

Scoop me a hitter trey five of the za for the play

Then slide on the hill by the way

Bussing the bank take my cash then i go bout my day

Imma do what i want i don't care what they say

You gon do what you can you ain't even tryna pay

My man spanish and he hate when i call him jose

If a nigga want beef i can bet you we bring a buffet

One stick in the car but how y'all niggas six deep

Looking like a bunch of lacking niggas

Kruddy with me know he pulling the trigger

Bitch wan fuck me and gang off the liquor

He try get up on me my brody gon end him

Ducking ass niggas can't duck all these shots that we sending

I see my opp broad day man time then he finished

Shots to his face send his ass to the dentist

When you leave out the house make sure you prepared

If you walk with a stick gotta be ready to blow

Your life or it's his nigga you can't be scared

Nigga said that it's up and it's stuck so that shit in the air

We don't shoot in the sky nigga this ain't a flare

Try run up on me we gon leave him right there

Ten Mil gon fuck up his car like a deer