Cell Ready lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
Man this volcano bag get you high as f*ck
Yo TM, you know what I'm saying mane, Its time man you know
Finna get the whole world high man
Let them feel these side effects
This sh*t finna be deadly bruh

[Chorus: Juicy J]
f*ck with my fam, this sh*t gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my cell ready
Play with my paper, this sh*t gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my cell ready
Short me on my dope, this sh*t gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my cell ready
f*ck with one of my n*ggas, this sh*t gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my cell ready

[Verse: Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa]
What these n*ggas on,, hand me my chrome
Goin back to snatching n*ggas out they Cadillac and send them home
Smoke em' like a bong, then its back to counting money when I'm stoned
Or I send a hit through the phone and my dudes will come get you and they'll never leave you alone
My n*ggas official like refs with a whistle, I just make one call back to top off your dome
Off with your head, b*tch I'm a king I got shooters with 2's protecting my throne
One shot then you gone, you should've known. I'm a real n*gga I cannot be cloned
I'm filthy rich still don't let a penny go
I be up all night like I'm Arsenio
Freaky b*tches take the di*k in any whole
Now they famous cause they in my video
Who you foolin' I don't buy
I don't judge I just go off vibes
When I touch the sky then hop in this ride
Taylor Gang n*gga we don't die
This world is mine I delete you guys
We all tryna eat we don't need your kind
And get that cash but family first
Be prepared to grind n*gga put in work
f*ck n*gga what would you do for this ice
You think its really worth losing your life
How bad you want stripes, my young n*ggas killers
If I give the word then they smashing you n*ggas
Bunch of youngins' coming from a broken home
Slanging rock n roll but ain't no rolling stone
Streets welcome n*ggas in with open arms
If I catch the charge I'm a post a bond
You god damn right I'm a certified boss I can cut the check or I can cut your throat
Put you on the table tag on your toe smoking weed till' I overdose
You don't want beef you ain't thinking clear. I'm too busy tryna make a f*cking village
Dripping more cheese then a chicken Philly, Pittsburgh n*ggas really bout they business
I got n*ggas with me don't got any feelings
They just really wit it, they just into killing
Hard as hell on the internet but n*gga in the streets you like Richard Simmons
My money long and my passport got more stamps then a n*gga mail
It ain't a problem if I catch a body then I'm heading over seas I'll never see a sail n*gga!
MAFIA
GANG!