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stay ready - fredo bang, tec & b.g. lyrics

[intro]
(heero)
(oh, that’s a whole lotta money right there)

[verse 1: fredo bang]
mm, leavin’ with my dirt, i’ll never dig it up
seen some rainy days, every other dollar, i tried to save it up
the way that we was raised, you could pray to god, you still gotta keep it tucked
i can’t see no evil, all these bodies done f*cked my vision up
hmm, i thank god for my kids
when i think about my dogs, i wan’ split a n*gga wig
i got k!llers in the hood, can’t change they mind or how they feel
they been spinnin’ they whole life, it’s hard to change how they live
huh, n*ggas know we spinnin’ ’round this b*tch
he hop on live to sing a diss, we pull up tryna change the pitch
you know thе 7.62s’ll leave a hole big as a fish
switch on thе ar like a farm, but this b*tch here could cut a cl!ck
i know gangsters with no hustle, could pay they rent, they k!llin’ sh*t
i try to act like i can’t feel, i still drop tears about this sh*t
my dog k!ller dead, wish i could still shoot him in his sh*t
i know my aim good, i still pray when i shoot that i don’t miss
yeah, tell them b*tches line it up
think it’s sweet, then try your luck
loose ends, we tie ’em up
like collared shirts, we clutchin’ b*ttons
i’ll pop your top just like a can of crush
knock him off his feet, he kick up dirt, who next to bite the dust?
[chorus: fredo bang]
this ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you need
every time a n*gga play, we make them b*tches bleed
n*gga must’ve gone crazy, talkin’ ’bout smokin’ me
put his soul up in the air, he blowin’ with the leaves
sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, sat*rday, sunday
every day of the week, i be clutchin’, come f*ck with somethin’
yeah, huh
tell them b*tches i stay ready

[verse 2: tec]
really put that b*tch up on his partner, go ask homicide
favorite gun the yopper, keep it c*cked like tg kommas’ eye (b*tch, come here)
tryna catch the wave and drop like five, b*tch, it’s summertime
he layin’ in a pool of blood, blew all the dreads off that bomboclat
this that make ’em jump back on the porch sh*t (porch sh*t)
put him on everybody shirt, now he important (now he important)
this one for lil corden, i don’t know where remorse went
roll him up and torch him, we put holes in him like forces
sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday
on the way to his 9*to*5, left him in the driveway
sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday
i drop a thirty on his gang and they gon’ split it five ways

[chorus: fredo bang & b.g.]
this ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you need
every time a n*gga play, we make them b*tches bleed
n*gga must’ve gone crazy, talkin’ ’bout smokin’ me
put his soul up in the air, he blowin’ with the leaves
sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, sat*rday, sunday
every day of the week, i be clutchin’, come f*ck with somethin’
ooh, yeah
tell them b*tches i stay ready
[verse 3: b.g.]
gizzle ready for whatever, walk a n*gga down (down)
when i pull up in your city, know a boss in town (town)
when i pull up in your city, yeah, to haunt your town (i’m here)
n*ggas don’t really want no smoke, they just be talkin’ loud (p*ssy)
uptown livin’ legend, certified stepper (stepper)
cynthia first son, i’m a born k!ller (k!ller)
number*one hot boy, been a real n*gga (b*tch)
i ain’t from pittsburgh, but i love that steel, n*gga
i’m everything these n*ggas ain’t, what they wish they was (wish)
playin’ with me what your homie body missin’ for (missin’)
nine figures, yeah, that’s what i’m on a mission for (i’m on a mission)
sucker n*ggas in the way, that’s what i’m trippin’ for

[chorus: fredo bang]
this ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you need
every time a n*gga play, we make them b*tches bleed
n*gga must’ve gone crazy, talkin’ ’bout smokin’ me
put his soul up in the air, he blowin’ with the leaves
sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, sat*rday, sunday
every day of the week, i be clutchin’, come f*ck with somethin’
yeah, huh
tell them b*tches i stay ready

- fredo bang tec b g lyrics

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