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Is Ya Ready lyrics

Performer Splashgod spitta

Is Ya Ready song lyrics by Splashgod spitta official

Is Ya Ready is a song in English

I was gone for a minute, I'm back and I'm better
Still addicted to this chicken, I'm stacking my bread up
I don't need no one permission, I'm trapped in wherever
I know there's no competition, I still ain't gon' let up
Feel like DJ Khaled, nigga, we the best
They say, dawg, you're sick, I might need a vet
Speak up when you talk to me, get it off your chest
I don't care about that shit, I ain't easily impressed
Look me in my eyes, it look like I'm stressed
Designer on my body, I got VVs on my neck
I ain't gotta step on niggas, I don't need a fleck
We can't talk about no money, you ain't seen the check
Hit my trap phone, 15 minutes or less
On them back roads, fuck the GPS
Trapping out them brownstones, I don't leave till nothing's left
Stepping out the bando, they like, goddamn, he fresh
She like counting money, said it make her wet
Told me fuck her with my chains on, I ain't break a sweat
Then I nutted in her mouth to let her taste success
She gon' walk around this house, I'm tryna break her neck
We gon' break the bank and swipe them ATMs
Bro told me we straight, we punched another BIN
B.O.A. to Chase, then B.O.A. again
Peep these niggas' faces, they hate to see you win
See, I've been straight, I got big cake
I could teach you how to hustle, call me Sensei
I can front you off the muscle, you got 10 days
Point you in the right direction, get your shit straight
The work gon' come and go, drop another load
Now we back in action, papi called and said he close
Soon as we get the pack it disappear like adios
Trapping just one of them habits that I can't let go
We done ran out of ones, watch them 20s hit the floor
T.D hit for 10, Santander hit for 24
I could charge you for the method, guarantee that bitch is gold
I be thumbing through these hunnits, all this money made me cold
I got money on my mind, so somehow I must get rich
Only chasing dollar signs, I can't be worried about no bitch
Gotta make my mama proud, I buy a mansion, fuck a crib
Go and get it out the mud, I gotta get it how I live
Remember every single time they try to tell me I ain't shit
Same niggas call my line, I bet them motherfuckers pissed
Can't get minute of my time, I'm trying to run it up again
They too worried about my life, I tell them get up off my dick
All that fake shit, all that snake shit
All that hate shit, that's why they hate spit
Cause I'm really on my grind, fuck a day shift
They be smiling in my face on some snake shit
I told you niggas, y'all had 18 months to get y'all shit together
Y'all niggas all fucked up now, I'm on your ass nigga
I'm back nigga, like cooked crack in the 80s
You niggas just fucking slipping and tripping
Alright my nigga Migo get on here and tell you niggas something
I ain't gonna fuck around with you niggas
I ain't even fucking around to fuck around
But he gonna hit you with the real spill
Man, listen
If y'all niggas ain't into the trap
It's time to hit reverse on the pack
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Carlton Sheffield
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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