paroles de chanson Is Ya Ready - Kay Flock

(War's too nasty) grrah, grrah
(Yo, turn that shit up) grrah-grrah
Grrt, baow, baow-baow-baow (like)

Like, every opp shot, nigga (everything dead)
Grrt, baow, baow-baow-baow (smokin' all deads, nigga)
Suck my dick (ayy, grrah-grrah)
Don't run, don't trip, like
Don't run, don't trip, like (dubski)

Go ask my opps, it get ugly
I could do (shh) like Ice did to Sonny (like)
Think I'm lackin'? That nigga a dummy (nigga a dummy)
He thinks I'm a rapper, he thinks that shit funny (like)

Okay (okay), dump both ways (like)
Flip through the fours while I'm yellin' out, "Dubski"
Don't-don't run, don't-don't trip
They know my apartment, Mr. Throw-More-Than-Six (like)

On a Revel, or a Lyft
Hop out gang, I bought him and his bitch (him and his bitch)
F-f-fuck it, I'm in fashion, I bet I'll still up it (pussy)
He the fastest, don't know where I'm runnin' (don't run)
Fuck it, back out, put the beat on in public (like)

Grrah, grrah, grrah, keep dumpin' (keep dumpin')
Edot Baby, that kid ain't on nothin' (baow)
On JayRip, got most of 'em duckin' (baow, baow-baow-baow)
Grrah, grrah, nigga, stop puttin' names in your song

You alright? Somethin' is wrong
Bend through my block, show me you perform (pussy)
They can't wait 'til they catch him, a what? (Like)
Okay, let's get it on (let's get it on)
EBK, bitch, I'm feelin' like Melly (like)
He gets shot if he totes in the deli (grrah-grrah)

Make it sexy (sexy)
Bitches get shot, it get heavy (grrah-grrah, baow)
Like with Nesty (Nesty)
My .45 hold six, throwin' deadies (like, grrah-grrah)

Wit' his bestie (rrah, rrah)
In the ground EBK, he with Mexi (grrah-grrah) (Mexi)
And free Freddy
Miss the opp, better pop like confetti (free Freddy, nigga)
Is you ready? (Ready)
We gon' bend through that block, leave it messy
Is you ready?
We gon' bend through that block, leave it messy

Bitch, I'm a stomper, I don't really step (I don't do the step)
Nigga, I'm a vet' (better watch ya step)
Better come correct
I'm a demon, so watch who you check (grrt, baow)
Always lit, say less, I done slept wit' a Nine Trey
Pound 'em with TEC (baow-baow, baow-baow)
See an opp, fuckin', duh, I'ma wreck, catch an LV put him on his neck (LVK)

Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom!
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom!