Ready to blast

Baeree Baible They say the mans acle is high I reach through the sky, lock up my ways I'm ready to blast, no time for haters I'm moving fast, bitch on my dick They want a piece, but I ain't got time for a tease Money talk, I'm about the green, living that life like a fucking king Talking in the streets, ain't no fear Mark strong, we always near Counting them in, no time to chill on the top of the world I'm keeping it real, pull up in a whip Shining bright, I'm the boss, ain't never fight Bad niggas envy, but they can't compete I'm on the top, they still gonna feed Rocking my hand, I run this block Ain't for the top, no time for mock, ruthless and ruthless I'm the truth, the flesh and the heart With the south, with my, yeah Bola and bands and glock in my grip Living the life in a tiny new slip Money talks, I'm the boss, yeah, this lifestyle Ain't no time to nap, bands and glocks Them on the grind, taking payroll, I'm ahead of time Rich and deadly, lethal combo Gang, watch me blow, in the game of life I'm the player, born winner, I'm a fucking slayer Bands and glocks, my tools to pop I'm hard every day, I'm out, yeah Bands and glocks, I'm living large I'm strong like a fucking Tarzan, one can't stop me No surprise, this life of rich, no surprise So step aside, I'm coming through, bands and glocks My groove so true, living large With no regrets, make bands and glocks That's what I have to say, sign and shoot your mans Don't forget your mans, on the rhyme with the drum Now you gon' kill him, now he done Stop playing with us, or you gon' get hit with a switch And die by the ditch, now you a dig I'll f*ck your bitch in bed, cardio for my boys Chains like I'm Gucci Mane, yeah D5 woke him down I'm gon' hulk him down Hear that choppa sound, now he not around Bullets knock him over Put him in the ground They was dissing on the net But what they saying now I just bought me a new switch, I'm finna spray around I'ma wait until he fall Then I'ma spray the ground BDK, I catch a trade Then I'ma lay him down R.I.P. King Von, I think I'm finna take his crown If your homie was a snitch Then why he still around Niggas know I hang with snakes They come from underground Man, the opps is getting spanked They need to throw in the towel Tell your bitch to close her ears These 7.62's loud