We Been Ready lyrics

[Intro: Yus Gz]
Graah, Graah, Graah Boom
Every Flocka shot
(War's too nasty)
DOAK
Reywayk
We gon' spin to the bridge leave 'em in the river
Rah gang

[Verse 1: Yus Gz]
When I slide b*tch, I shoot for the head
Like, bet they gon' duck when I blam
Don't try to run up thinkin' you will hit
Like, matta gang, shoot with double hands
Like, that's on bro I'ma up 'til it jam
Spot 'em, got 'em, we up on his mans
Creep on that block or they chill in that van
Like, Dougie got shot now he walk, I'm like damn
Like, on a revel or a lyft
Come to my block and that sh*t getting flipped
Ayo Kay who that? Jayrip
Bobby got shot and was yelling out hit (Bobby)
Like, that's on bro I'ma up it and blitz
I bet if I hit him he stumble and trip
Don't got the gun, he gеt smacked with the fifth
Like, why hе running I ain't even click
Hang out the V, put the beam to his hip
Like, I go dumb and I feel like I'm Wick
Like, most of my opps never been on my strip
Heard they spinning in tints, get clipped
Try to run and get low I'ma finish
Bullets is punching him harder than Vince
Like they gon' act, but I've been on the Mitch
Like they know my body [?]
How you Nas EBK but you balling with Diddy
They know my partners still smoking on Rippy
Like Roscoe got beat should have went out like Milly
Mister up it and boom, b*tch I'm callin' like Melly
Spot a flock and in this spot sh*t get heavy
Don't go like that boy that got left by the deli
Spot a flock and in this spot sh*t get heavy
Don't go like that boy that got left by the deli
Okay, Kay wanna play
Dougie got shot, what he do 'til this day?
Okay, bend both ways
If Dougie got packed would have been the new Blay
Tryna spin through the 8, no way
Like get to clicking, we do him like Zay
Chase down, gang watch them pick up the pace
[Verse 2: Assassin]
Hop out gang, we gon' shoot at his face
Oh sh*t, aye gang
Squeeze it and c*ck it, just watch how I blam
I'm a 50 baby I can't dance
I don't got opps cause you n*ggas is fans
What? Most of these n*ggas they lame
We throwing shots just watch how it flame
I don't give a f*ck about fame
Upping the score, what the f*ck is insane
Like free Chop, free Dolo, free JB can't forget about Taco
Free Bop, free Gordo
Brim in the spot but he buggin' like [?]
We them demons, we gon' leave em
Score on they sh*t and yell [?]
We be creeping, they be lacking
Spin on the opps, just to see how this chop go
f*ck Tank, he sank
Wave two six, just watch how I drench
Let's bend, yet again
Throw many shots before he can run
He sent, f*ck his friend
Free Jay Bop, brodie did it again
Big EBS give a f*ck if they limp
I did what I did and I'd do it again, b*tch
[Outro: Assassin]
Graa, Graa, Boom