"Ready To Go" lyrics
Grind with me, in the time to go
You motherfuckers better hand me dough
Sound for me, I can sign with hov
And guarantee that eminem's on the radio
(Guaranteed)
Run up on me & then the 9 will blow
I'm paranoid, y'all niggas don't know
(Oh baby)
(Y'all niggas don't know shit)
It's gaine greene bitch, bird game baby
I hit, hit, I'm ready to go, ready to go
Ran the corridors, with my quarters
Bullets melt your ice box & turn em to water
I put the order, you'll get ya shit pushed back
I got em looking like "oh shit, what's that?"
I'll make you do the soulja man dance boy
(Yuuu)
Nigga you fucking with a grown man boy
Imma old man boy
Plus I'm quick to work
Drag you by the cornfield, make you dig the dirt
I see your snow bunny sliding up & down the pole
In a old buggy riding up & down the road
She said it's better than being out in the cold
Soho, audemars covered with rose gold
(Icy)
My wave, get a nigga through the day
Grinding off the loot, started swapping like two a day
Butter pelle pelle, blue or grey
See me coming through the lane
See me, better move away
Who are they
Yeah
Grind with me, in the time to go
You motherfuckers better hand me dough
Sound for me, I can sign with hov
And guarantee that eminem's on the radio
Run up on me & then the 9 will blow
I'm paranoid, y'all niggas don't know
(Y'all niggas don't know shit)
It's gaine greene bitch, bird game baby
I hit, hit, I'm ready to go, ready to go
I get it in, nigga, my gun go off
I bang in the hood, I ain't a fucking show off
It's bankrolls in brooklyn, but everybody coming here
Been letting shots bang, since the gummy bears
My niggas is goons, my niggas is real here
Our legs don't work, we making sales out of wheelchairs
Nigga, we got them dimes & them dub bags
You see the line, you ain't gotta ask where the drugs at
Yeah, a nigga big in the hood
Ever since a kid, a nigga dumped the sig in the hood
Big homie, I'll let them shells spit rapid
All black attire with some reebok classics
(Murder, murder)
He a marksman, you're boy called the peter roll
Bitch nigga should've known to let his heater blow
Yeah, he still letting his bird sway
He repping nine tray, but he claiming the bird gang
(Su whoo)
Grind with me, in the time to go
You motherfuckers better hand me dough
Sound for me, I can sign with hov
And guarantee that eminem's on the radio
Run up on me & then the 9 will blow
I'm paranoid, y'all niggas don't know
(Y'all niggas don't know shit)
It's gaine greene bitch, bird game baby
I hit, hit, I'm ready to go, ready to go
You motherfuckers better hand me dough
Sound for me, I can sign with hov
And guarantee that eminem's on the radio
(Guaranteed)
Run up on me & then the 9 will blow
I'm paranoid, y'all niggas don't know
(Oh baby)
(Y'all niggas don't know shit)
It's gaine greene bitch, bird game baby
I hit, hit, I'm ready to go, ready to go
Ran the corridors, with my quarters
Bullets melt your ice box & turn em to water
I put the order, you'll get ya shit pushed back
I got em looking like "oh shit, what's that?"
I'll make you do the soulja man dance boy
(Yuuu)
Nigga you fucking with a grown man boy
Imma old man boy
Plus I'm quick to work
Drag you by the cornfield, make you dig the dirt
I see your snow bunny sliding up & down the pole
In a old buggy riding up & down the road
She said it's better than being out in the cold
Soho, audemars covered with rose gold
(Icy)
My wave, get a nigga through the day
Grinding off the loot, started swapping like two a day
Butter pelle pelle, blue or grey
See me coming through the lane
See me, better move away
Who are they
Yeah
Grind with me, in the time to go
You motherfuckers better hand me dough
Sound for me, I can sign with hov
And guarantee that eminem's on the radio
Run up on me & then the 9 will blow
I'm paranoid, y'all niggas don't know
(Y'all niggas don't know shit)
It's gaine greene bitch, bird game baby
I hit, hit, I'm ready to go, ready to go
I get it in, nigga, my gun go off
I bang in the hood, I ain't a fucking show off
It's bankrolls in brooklyn, but everybody coming here
Been letting shots bang, since the gummy bears
My niggas is goons, my niggas is real here
Our legs don't work, we making sales out of wheelchairs
Nigga, we got them dimes & them dub bags
You see the line, you ain't gotta ask where the drugs at
Yeah, a nigga big in the hood
Ever since a kid, a nigga dumped the sig in the hood
Big homie, I'll let them shells spit rapid
All black attire with some reebok classics
(Murder, murder)
He a marksman, you're boy called the peter roll
Bitch nigga should've known to let his heater blow
Yeah, he still letting his bird sway
He repping nine tray, but he claiming the bird gang
(Su whoo)
Grind with me, in the time to go
You motherfuckers better hand me dough
Sound for me, I can sign with hov
And guarantee that eminem's on the radio
Run up on me & then the 9 will blow
I'm paranoid, y'all niggas don't know
(Y'all niggas don't know shit)
It's gaine greene bitch, bird game baby
I hit, hit, I'm ready to go, ready to go
