Hot n Ready lyrics

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Kalan ain't 'bout sh*t, that n*gga sing, he ain't gon' flip out
Feed a n*gga this chop until it click, then switch the clip out
She gon' suck my di*k, but I ain't finna eat that b*tch out
Rucci told a n*gga light it up, I broke my wrist out
PJ house look like Sweetwater, all these drumsticks
n*ggas talkin' 'bout he Nick Cannon, he ain't gon' drum sh*t
Dumb b*tch keep steppin' on my shoes, I'ma trip her ass
Heard around town she was a ho, better come get her ass
Been told you hoes I was dumb, you ain't believe n*ggas
Hollow tips put him on his period, I bleed n*ggas
SK keep cuttin' through your chest, how you gon' breathe, n*gga?
That tough sh*t gon' get you n*ggas killed, you ain't Creed, n*gga
Actin' like you tough, I'm finna put you on the scene, n*gga
Arjay lookin' at me like, "I thought you was gon' sing, n*gga"
I be blowin' bags, I love Barneys, I'm a fiend, n*gga
Big timer, feel like Mannie Fresh, I bling-bling, n*gga (ArjayOnTheBeat)
This one for my daddy 'cause he so Oris Street, n*gga
I got killers with me from the Shaw down to Peach, n*gga
I got killers with me from the North and the East, n*gga
How he good in every hood, in Watts and they beef, n*gga?
Call the F&N Diana Ross 'cause she reach n*ggas
n*ggas talkin' 'bout he want a fade, I got bleach, n*gga
Substitute your dumb-ass son like I teach n*ggas
You gon' get your stupid ass robbed tryna preach, n*gga
Balenciagas, Icecream hoodie, did he reach, n*gga?
My b*tch a Backwoods, your b*tch a Swisher Sweet, n*gga
Yeah, your baby mama eatin' di*k at my Airbnb, n*gga
Dead homies, she said I'm the realest she done seen, n*gga
I'm that young n*gga with the jacket on, the diamond chains
b*tches on my frame, I can f*ck, ain't gotta know her name
I get all these lil' b*tches wet, I think I'm Aquaman
I got a lotta bands, if you gon' shake somethin', b*tch, pop it then
I ain't playin' with no n*gga, it's 2019
I was f*ckin' hoes, when they made "Up in My White Tee"
I'm a ho, so don't none of my n*ggas' b*tches like me
Half these b*tches be the side n*gga, they just like me
Right back on the f*ck sh*t, I ain't f*ckin' with no f*ck n*ggas
I do all my dirt all by my lonely, I don't trust n*ggas
Delta Gang, catch me on the block, I'm with my good peoples
We got ARs, F&Ns, and we got Desert Eagles
Bonez 'bout to drop, that's my dog like a f*ckin' beagle
I'm high as f*ck, I feel it in the air, I think I'm Beanie Sigel
Y'all be f*ckin' high-school b*tches, ooh, you R. Kelly
Talkin' 'bout you call her Little Caesars 'cause she hot and ready