Ready to Blow Lyrics

I cannot play no games with you niggas

I'm not the fucking same as you niggas

Some things I've seen could turn a heart bitter

I put in the work and now I see glitter

No, I can't quit 'cause I ain't no quitter

Yeah, life's a bitch but that's why I'm with her

Used to be soft on the hoe, now I'm hard on the hoe

Swear every month is like winter

Fuck all that talking, my nigga, you bluffing

I hate a nigga that's angry for nothing

I'm already rowdy when up in the function

If you want a problem, we knucking or bucking

Fuck what they talking, that's end of discussion

Fuck what they talking, that's end of discussion

Fuck what they talking, that's end of discussion

That's end of discussion

That's end of

Playing hard when we know you a bitch

For a fact, you ain't up in the mix

If shit get sticky and my niggas with me

I ain't running nothing, bitch you know what it is

Jae Trxpp, bitch, you know what it is

Your main bitch probably know what it is

How you mad at me that she on my dick?

Go and get a stick, if you wanna get serious

I got a middle finger for the fuck niggas that ain't open the door

I got the same one for the fake ones tryna say that we bros

I might just post up with a ruler, I'm feeling ready to blow

I might just post up with a ruler, I'm feeling ready to blow

I got a middle finger for the fuck niggas that ain't open the door

I got the same one for the fake ones tryna say that we bros

I might just post up with a ruler, I'm feeling ready to blow

I might just post up with a ruler, I'm feeling ready to blow

You must've thought I was dumb

You must've thought I was done

Bitch, I'm the one

I'm starting my run

I'm hot like the sun

I'm real as they come

I'm just having fun

In it a minute, but only begun

If I ain't plan to win, then I wouldn't have come

'Lot of y'all bitches be talking in comments

But let's just be honest, the fuck have you done?

Internet man, bitch made

Fake rapper, you bitch made

On the westside with my eses

And TraeLife as my campaign

AKA my rampage

Turn the industry 'to my sex slave

You ain't gotta like my music, bitch

But you gon' respect my damn name

If it go around, it gotta come around

I've been going 'round for 100 miles

When you coming up, you gotta hold it down

They be showing love when I'm in your town

Type of time that I'm on

I can't bick it, kick it out long

Lines I write, but I'm righting wrongs

We here right now, but next we'll be gone like

I got a middle finger for the fuck niggas that ain't open the door

I got the same one for the fake ones tryna say that we bros

I might just post up with a ruler, I'm feeling ready to blow

I might just post up with a ruler, I'm feeling ready to blow

I got a middle finger for the fuck niggas that ain't open the door

I got the same one for the fake ones tryna say that we bros

I might just post up with a ruler, I'm feeling ready to blow

I might just post up with a ruler, I'm feeling ready to blow