N.G SRT - Ready to blast Lyrics

Baeree
Baible
They say the mans acle is high
I reach through the sky, lock up my ways

I'm ready to blast, no time for haters
I'm moving fast, bitch on my dick
They want a piece, but I ain't got time for a tease
Money talk, I'm about the green, living that life like a f*cking king

Talking in the streets, ain't no fear
Mark strong, we always near
Counting them in, no time to chill on the top of the world
I'm keeping it real, pull up in a whip

Shining bright, I'm the boss, ain't never fight
Bad niggas envy, but they can't compete
I'm on the top, they still gonna feed
Rocking my hand, I run this block

Ain't for the top, no time for mock, ruthless and ruthless
I'm the truth, the flesh and the heart
With the south, with my, yeah
Bola and bands and glock in my grip

Living the life in a tiny new slip
Money talks, I'm the boss, yeah, this lifestyle
Ain't no time to nap, bands and glocks
Them on the grind, taking payroll, I'm ahead of time

Rich and deadly, lethal combo
Gang, watch me blow, in the game of life
I'm the player, born winner, I'm a f*cking slayer
Bands and glocks, my tools to pop

I'm hard every day, I'm out, yeah
Bands and glocks, I'm living large
I'm strong like a f*cking Tarzan, one can't stop me
No surprise, this life of rich, no surprise

So step aside, I'm coming through, bands and glocks
My groove so true, living large
With no regrets, make bands and glocks
That's what I have to say, sign and shoot your mans

Don't forget your mans, on the rhyme with the drum
Now you gon' kill him, now he done
Stop playing with us, or you gon' get hit with a switch
And die by the ditch, now you a dig

I'll f*ck your bitch in bed, cardio for my boys
Chains like I'm Gucci Mane, yeah
D5 woke him down
I'm gon' hulk him down

Hear that choppa sound, now he not around
Bullets knock him over
Put him in the ground
They was dissing on the net

But what they saying now
I just bought me a new switch, I'm finna spray around
I'ma wait until he fall
Then I'ma spray the ground

BDK, I catch a trade
Then I'ma lay him down
R.I.P. King Von, I think I'm finna take his crown
If your homie was a snitch

Then why he still around
Niggas know I hang with snakes
They come from underground
Man, the opps is getting spanked

They need to throw in the towel
Tell your bitch to close her ears
These 7.62's loud