Ready (Intro) Lyrics

Ready for this shit i'm trying to slid up with my k

They ain't ever outside we gonna slide to where they stay

I can't let you hold that choppa if you got a pending case

How you claiming you a real but ratting for that cake

I cant rap about my opps just know he took some to the face

Im a big shot caller know i'm ridding round with drakes

On the way to right to them racks so we calling shit the money way

I can't even fw bitches if that giving out that face

You try to fight don't run a fade pick up glizzys then we spray

On them drills don't hesitate if you do get caught by jakes

I know people want my place thanking god ain't pass away

When he got caught up in traffic call the that shit the tradgic way

Put on ski masks let it bang fuck the opps and what they claim

I know bitches down to ride yeah they be ready for the stain

Bitch i done got it out the trap i ain't even touch that caine

When the we shooting at the opps you know we treat it like a range

When i hit it from the back bitch yeah you know it feeling great

I done got it out the mud now we eating shrimp and stake

They was always acting greedy trynna eat up off my plate

When i heard my granny died you know i started loosing faith

Pray to god for better days trynna make it through the rain

How it got a big ass heart but it's only filled with pain

I've been trynna tell my guys like i done really found a way

DMB up in this shit for the game we gonna stay

Ready for this shit i'm trying to slid up with my k

They ain't ever outside we gonna slide to where they stay

I can't let you hold that choppa if you got a pending case

How you claiming you a real but ratting for that cake

I cant rap about my opps just know he took some to the face

Im a big shot caller know i'm ridding round with drakes

On the way to right to them racks so we calling shit the money way

I can't even fw bitches if that giving out that face

You know we really with the shits pop and lock right with my stick

I ain't ever trust a soul you know i'm dieing with my blick

If she trying throw it back you know i'm finna give her kids

Hottest whiteboy from the 'Natti bitch you know i hold my shit

I ain't even gonna lack if you do get turnt to pack

I know people act like family but they ass done turnt to rats

He been rapping about the shooting but you know it's for an act

I belive in after life but i keep trust up in that mac

I know people want me splat hit my face up with that gat

For this tape i'm going hard so no i can not go for that

If you really want me dead then put that money on my head

If you fucking with the opps we gone lay em just like bed

There's a lot of shit that really goes into this

You can get that money or you can die trying

Alot of people missed out on their chance

Fuck em

Ready for this shit i'm trying to slid up with my k

They ain't ever outside we gonna slide to where they stay

I can't let you hold that choppa if you got a pending case

How you claiming you a real but ratting for that cake

I cant rap about my opps just know he took some to the face

Im a big shot caller know i'm ridding round with drakes

On the way to right to them racks so we calling shit the money way

I can't even fw bitches if that giving out that face