Letra de Ready To Die - Yungeen Ace

All this fuck shit, pussy shit on me

Condone none of that shit, nigga, fuck you

Ayy, ayy (Ayo GK)

These niggas mad at me, they see I'm goin' up (See I'm goin' up)

All this undercover pressed, nigga, tell me if it's up (What's up?)

Nigga, I ain't fallin' for none these hoes, these hoes can't set me up (They can't)

Movin' presidential, I'ma bulletproof the truck (Skrrt, mhm)

All this trappin' inside the city, we the ones directin' it (We the ones directin' it)

We ain't lettin' shit slide, we the ones who checkin' shit (We ain't lettin' you slide)

I walk 'round with dog shit, I put this shit on your top (On his top)

Nigga, we killin' and killin' again, this shit won't stop (This shit won't stop)

Nigga, we spinnin' and spinnin' again, the block, block (The block, block)

Nigga is dead from 'round the corner, tick-tock (Nigga, tick-tock)

I was chillin', these niggas thought they was runnin' shit (They thought they was runnin' shit)

These niggas got a couple of views, they thought he was really lit (Oh, you thought you was runnin')

These niggas don't kill for real for real (Uh-uh)

These niggas don't drill for real for real (For real for real)

They not in the field for real for real (For real for real)

Never hopped in a car and faced somethin'

These niggas don't slide for real for real (Uh-uh)

They not outside for real for real (For real for real)

The opps be dyin' for real for real (For real for real)

Hop out the car and chase somethin' (Come here)

You think you can go face-to-face with me? The last nigga six feet deep

Think go M for M with me? Man, I make money up in my sleep (Facts)

Baby, I'm dripped in designer, this shit cost a cool ticket (Cool ticket)

All of you bitches the same, ain't none of you hoes different (Bitch, you ain't different)

And I'ma step on these hoes, I want nan' one of these bitches (Get the fuck out my face)

I can't chase a bitch, I'm busy chasin' money (I'm chasin' money)

Niggas do all that dissin', you ain't get get-back for nothin' (You ain't doin' shit)

Lamb' slidin', fuck 12, I'm doin' a hundred (Skrrt, skrrt)

They get behind me, fuck 12, but ain't catchin' nothing (Mhm)

Face shot, fuck 12, they ain't solvin' nothing (Fuck 12)

Nigga did all that runnin', that fuck nigga still died (Still died)

Fuck nigga dead, his dog tryna keep his name alive (Fuck him)

Yeah, nigga ain't gon' do nothin' with me, killers in the car with me

Choppers in the car when we ride (Killers in the car when we ride)

Bro got switches on them bitches, hold it firm when you hittin'

You can't run, no, you niggas can't hide (Uh)

Niggas ain't ready to die (No)

Niggas ain't ready to die (Mm)

These niggas ain't ready to die (Mm)

Niggas ain't ready to die (Niggas ain't ready to die)

These niggas ain't ready to die

Niggas ain't ready

These niggas ain't ready

Niggas ain't ready

These niggas ain't ready

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