CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Ready Or Not
Look. Ay, Ay, Look
Ready or not, just press the gas we on go
I was taught to get up, get a bag on yo own
Imma get the head and hit the dash on a hoe
I'm in road there's 30 thousand cash on the floor
AP on my wrist 36gs
Do my shows and crack heads, fuck some big B's
Collecting all my back end since I was 16
You ain't got no money for a verse, bring me 10 Ps
Shippin' up these zas so you can keep the shit
When you live a world of crime, gotta keep a stick
???, get the reaper sent
He get fucked out a deal, he get 3 percent
Walking on a lonely road, tryna find my way
Feel like im talking to myself every time I pray
Ready or not, im finna slide, hope we dont die today
I'm tryna make a million cash it's a lot of ways...... let the climate change
Ok the sun was just out, now it's stormin'
BITCH, wasn't shit back then, but now she gorgeous
I was broke as hell back then, I couldn't afford it
Now I'm on Collins hoppin' in and out of porsches
And them lamb trucks
You think a 100 case of money, get yo bands up
Last year I caught a body out a Ram truck
I just bought a 10 milly it's the tan one...... with a damn drum
Still trappin' off my iPhone, fuck a SAMSUNG
Drop 2 niggas with 1 shot, that's an N1
I'll let this bitch bang out like a band drum
I'm just tryna make a mill in cash, and some
Demons fuckin' with my head, tryna stay focused
I'm livin' life on the edge, tryna stay on it
This rap shit gon take me to the top, I gotta weight on me
But still hop out that benz truck, broad day on him
Right now I'm in Jersey sippin hi-tech
Punch a nigga in his shit, he need his eye checked
I just snatched another rapper chain, he want his ice back
Imma continue to shit talk, cuz I don't like rap
Ballin' on these fuck niggas now, I guess the time changed
They say the music that we drop, raise the crime rate
I done made bout 60 bands outta 9 states
We drinkin' 1942 fuck some Bombay
She said "you want yo dick sucked?" I said I'm fine babe
I gotta make 100k before my mind straight
Lean it got me movin' slow, like the time wait
I'm tryna drop an EP in a stadium like Kanye
Ghetto boys the mafia, we on now
We done built the family up, they like "you strong, huh?"
FUCK! I just sprayed a car up and hit the wrong guy
Brodie just popped the op up, then took a long ride.... legends don't die
Hop out the van wit baby k, let it ghost ride
I just popped an E, turnt into Baby Ghostride
Fucked an Alabama bitch from the back, she yellin' "Road Tie"
Shit, I been waitin' on her for a long time
I started trappin' young as hell, but I'm grown now
Bitch I came over to fuck, put that phone down
I bought a new PLR, but it's old now
Alright I got to rock another show, that was sold out
Damn
They said my brother was a menace to society
Shit, I'm just tryna get rid like I'm Roddy
Fuck a spanish bitch from the back, she yellin' papi
I'm in Florida chillin' with the Hatians blowin' broccoli
Mike, they say it's yo turn, nigga copy
Bitch came and blew my socks off, did it sloppy
My lil cousin turnt killin' niggas to a hobby
One false move we gon pop him, drop him
Ready or not, just press the gas we on go
I was taught to get up, get a bag on yo own
Imma get the head and hit the dash on a hoe
I'm in road there's 30 thousand cash on the floor
AP on my wrist 36gs
Do my shows and crack heads, fuck some big B's
Collecting all my back end since I was 16
You ain't got no money for a verse, bring me 10 Ps
Shippin' up these zas so you can keep the shit
When you live a world of crime, gotta keep a stick
???, get the reaper sent
He get fucked out a deal, he get 3 percent
Walking on a lonely road, tryna find my way
Feel like im talking to myself every time I pray
Ready or not, im finna slide, hope we dont die today
I'm tryna make a million cash it's a lot of ways...... let the climate change
Ok the sun was just out, now it's stormin'
BITCH, wasn't shit back then, but now she gorgeous
I was broke as hell back then, I couldn't afford it
Now I'm on Collins hoppin' in and out of porsches
And them lamb trucks
You think a 100 case of money, get yo bands up
Last year I caught a body out a Ram truck
I just bought a 10 milly it's the tan one...... with a damn drum
Still trappin' off my iPhone, fuck a SAMSUNG
Drop 2 niggas with 1 shot, that's an N1
I'll let this bitch bang out like a band drum
I'm just tryna make a mill in cash, and some
Demons fuckin' with my head, tryna stay focused
I'm livin' life on the edge, tryna stay on it
This rap shit gon take me to the top, I gotta weight on me
But still hop out that benz truck, broad day on him
Right now I'm in Jersey sippin hi-tech
Punch a nigga in his shit, he need his eye checked
I just snatched another rapper chain, he want his ice back
Imma continue to shit talk, cuz I don't like rap
Ballin' on these fuck niggas now, I guess the time changed
They say the music that we drop, raise the crime rate
I done made bout 60 bands outta 9 states
We drinkin' 1942 fuck some Bombay
She said "you want yo dick sucked?" I said I'm fine babe
I gotta make 100k before my mind straight
Lean it got me movin' slow, like the time wait
I'm tryna drop an EP in a stadium like Kanye
Ghetto boys the mafia, we on now
We done built the family up, they like "you strong, huh?"
FUCK! I just sprayed a car up and hit the wrong guy
Brodie just popped the op up, then took a long ride.... legends don't die
Hop out the van wit baby k, let it ghost ride
I just popped an E, turnt into Baby Ghostride
Fucked an Alabama bitch from the back, she yellin' "Road Tie"
Shit, I been waitin' on her for a long time
I started trappin' young as hell, but I'm grown now
Bitch I came over to fuck, put that phone down
I bought a new PLR, but it's old now
Alright I got to rock another show, that was sold out
Damn
They said my brother was a menace to society
Shit, I'm just tryna get rid like I'm Roddy
Fuck a spanish bitch from the back, she yellin' papi
I'm in Florida chillin' with the Hatians blowin' broccoli
Mike, they say it's yo turn, nigga copy
Bitch came and blew my socks off, did it sloppy
My lil cousin turnt killin' niggas to a hobby
One false move we gon pop him, drop him
