[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Look, ayy, ayy, look
(Boomin need extras)
[Verse]
Ready or not, just press the gas, we on go
I was taught to get up, get a bag on your own
I'ma get the head and hit the dash on a ho
I'm in Row, there's thirty thousand cash on the floor
AP on my wrist thirty-six G's
Do my shows in crackheads, fuck some big B's
Collecting all my backends since I was sixteen
You ain't got no money for a verse, bring me ten P's
Shit better be zaz, or you can keep the shit
When you live a world of crime, gotta keep a stick
Lay a hand on one of mine, get the reaper sent
He got fucked out a deal, he get three percent
Walkin' on a lonely road, tryna find my way
Feel like I'm talking to myself every time I pray
Ready or not, I'm finna slide, hope we don't die today
I'm tryna make a million cash, it's a lot of ways, let the climate change
Okay, 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 Lam' trucks
You think a hundred K some money? Get your bands up
Last year, I caught a body out a Ram truck
I just bought a ten milli', it's the tan one with a damn drum
Still trappin' off my iPhone, fuck a Samsung
Drop two niggas with one shot, that's an and-one
I'll let this bitch bang out like a band drum
I'm just tryna make a mil' 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 wait on it
But still hop out that Benz truck broad day on 'em
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
I'ma continue to shit talk 'cause I don't like rap
Ballin' on these fuck niggas now, guess the time changed
They say the music that we drop raise the crime rate
I done made 'bout sixty bands out of nine states
We drinkin' 1942, fuck some Bombay
She like, "You want your dick sucked?" I'm like, "I'm fine, bae"
I gotta make a hundred K before my mind straight
Lean got me movin' slo-mo like the time waitin'
I'm tryna drop an EP in a stadium like Kanye
Ghetto Boy the mafia, we on now
We done built the family up, they like, "You strong, huh?"
Fuck, I just sprayed the car up and hit the wrong guy
Brodie just popped an opp up, then took a long ride
Legends don't die
Hop out the van with baby K, let it ghost ride
I just popped an E, turned into Baby Ghost now
Fuck an Alabama bitch from the back, she yellin', "Roll Tide"
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 brand new PLR, but it's old now
Alright, I gotta rock another show, that was sold out
Damn, they said my brother was a menace to society
Shit, I'm just tryna get rich like I'm Roddy
Fuck a Spanish bitch from the back, she yellin', "Papi"
I'm in Florida chillin' with the Haitians, blowin' broccoli
Mike, they say it's your turn, nigga, copy
Bitch came and blew my socks off, did it sloppy
My lil' cousin turned killin' niggas to a hobby
One false move, we gon' pop him, drop him
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Look, ayy, ayy, look
(Boomin need extras)
[Verse]
Ready or not, just press the gas, we on go
I was taught to get up, get a bag on your own
I'ma get the head and hit the dash on a ho
I'm in Row, there's thirty thousand cash on the floor
AP on my wrist thirty-six G's
Do my shows in crackheads, fuck some big B's
Collecting all my backends since I was sixteen
You ain't got no money for a verse, bring me ten P's
Shit better be zaz, or you can keep the shit
When you live a world of crime, gotta keep a stick
Lay a hand on one of mine, get the reaper sent
He got fucked out a deal, he get three percent
Walkin' on a lonely road, tryna find my way
Feel like I'm talking to myself every time I pray
Ready or not, I'm finna slide, hope we don't die today
I'm tryna make a million cash, it's a lot of ways, let the climate change
Okay, 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 Lam' trucks
You think a hundred K some money? Get your bands up
Last year, I caught a body out a Ram truck
I just bought a ten milli', it's the tan one with a damn drum
Still trappin' off my iPhone, fuck a Samsung
Drop two niggas with one shot, that's an and-one
I'll let this bitch bang out like a band drum
I'm just tryna make a mil' 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 wait on it
But still hop out that Benz truck broad day on 'em
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
I'ma continue to shit talk 'cause I don't like rap
Ballin' on these fuck niggas now, guess the time changed
They say the music that we drop raise the crime rate
I done made 'bout sixty bands out of nine states
We drinkin' 1942, fuck some Bombay
She like, "You want your dick sucked?" I'm like, "I'm fine, bae"
I gotta make a hundred K before my mind straight
Lean got me movin' slo-mo like the time waitin'
I'm tryna drop an EP in a stadium like Kanye
Ghetto Boy the mafia, we on now
We done built the family up, they like, "You strong, huh?"
Fuck, I just sprayed the car up and hit the wrong guy
Brodie just popped an opp up, then took a long ride
Legends don't die
Hop out the van with baby K, let it ghost ride
I just popped an E, turned into Baby Ghost now
Fuck an Alabama bitch from the back, she yellin', "Roll Tide"
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 brand new PLR, but it's old now
Alright, I gotta rock another show, that was sold out
Damn, they said my brother was a menace to society
Shit, I'm just tryna get rich like I'm Roddy
Fuck a Spanish bitch from the back, she yellin', "Papi"
I'm in Florida chillin' with the Haitians, blowin' broccoli
Mike, they say it's your turn, nigga, copy
Bitch came and blew my socks off, did it sloppy
My lil' cousin turned killin' niggas to a hobby
One false move, we gon' pop him, drop him
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