Stay Ready 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 killers 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 click
I know gangsters with no hustle, could pay they rent, they killin' sh*t
I try to act like I can't feel, I still drop tears about this sh*t
My dog killer 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' buttons
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, Saturday, 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, Saturday, 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 (pus*y)
Uptown livin' legend, certified stepper (Stepper)
Cynthia first son, I'm a born killer (Killer)
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, Saturday, Sunday
Every day of the week, I be clutchin', come f*ck with somethin'
Yeah, huh
Tell them b*tches I stay ready