Lyrics
Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this, fuck this
Fuck this bitch, I'm ready, huh
My hitters on ready, huh
All my guns on ready, huh
Lock and load, I'm ready, huh
Pullin' up on ready, huh
Hoppin' out, I'm ready, huh
Snatch your life, I'm ready
At your neck like cousin Eddie, huh
Fuck this bitch, I'm ready, huh
My hitters on ready, huh
All my guns on ready, huh
Lock and load, I'm ready, huh
Pullin' up on ready, huh
Hoppin' out, I'm ready, huh
Snatch your life, I'm ready
At your neck like cousin Eddie, huh
Let's go get this shit
I kick and flip and rip that bitch
I beat it up 'bout, and I don't need a master cover this
I ride for mine for life, come Boondock Saints your ass
To say a prayer for quarters on your eyes
To pay the reaper take you outta here
Ain't nothin' 'bout this life is fair
Got no remorse and I don't care
Ain't nothin' force this shit, comes naturally like the fuckin' beard
Like supernaturally I'm here
Another casualty is clear, 'cause I be pennin' lines with accuracy
And you should be aware
How I'm whippin' up this custard
This a travesty of justice
Got 'em mad at me and I ain't even barely scratch the surface
Just the product of Tupac and DMX and all my brothers
Who have killed the game before me
Now it's jambo motherfuckers (fuck this)
Fuck this bitch, I'm ready, huh
My hitters on ready, huh
All my guns on ready, huh
Lock and load, I'm ready, huh
Pullin' up on ready, huh
Hoppin' out, I'm ready, huh
Snatch your life, I'm ready
At your neck like cousin Eddie, huh
Fuck this bitch, I'm ready, huh
My hitters on ready, huh
All my guns on ready, huh
Lock and load, I'm ready, huh
Pullin' up on ready, huh
Hoppin' out, I'm ready, huh
Snatch your life, I'm ready
At your neck like cousin Eddie, huh
Whoa! That bass kickin' like a bull
I've been dealin' with my demons
Believe me my hands is full
I've been prayin' not for peace, but rather be the God of war
Fuck that shit you sayin', I have conversations with the Lord, oh Lord!
Grab your armor and a sword
At your neck like spinal cord
Time to March like final four
April comes, I let it pour
May you pray I don't become the man before
And look around, ain't no welcome mats on the door
I really lived in a trailer
Don't think it's cool to just say it
You try to take your ass to school
In shitty clothes and explain it
I've been to prison, you plain if
I lived the life you just paintin'
I'm at your neck like I'm stranglin'
Now what the fuck was you sayin'
(fuck this, fuck this, fuck this, fuck this)
Fuck this bitch, I'm ready, huh
My hitters on ready, huh
All my guns on ready, huh
Lock and load, I'm ready, huh
Pullin' up on ready, huh
Hoppin' out, I'm ready, huh
Snatch your life, I'm ready
At your neck like cousin Eddie, huh
Fuck this bitch, I'm ready, huh
My hitters on ready, huh
All my guns on ready, huh
Lock and load, I'm ready, huh
Pullin' up on ready, huh
Hoppin' out, I'm ready, huh
Snatch your life, I'm ready
At your neck like cousin Eddie, huh
Whoa! That white boy, he got that flow
Hellcat fast, got extra gold
Friends got tattoo faces, ain't from Mexico
Got that gas, Texaco
Might light a match and let it blow
And that thing blasts
All it's leavin' is a big ass exit hole, whoa!
Got that dog in me
Never have the law with me
Rather call my rowdy friends
Many men, all 50
Out here runnin' routs
Like fourth and all they catchin' felonies
I ain't sellin' dreams
Your favorite rapper lie on melodies
No for me, against the world
So get it while you livin'
Stay on ready for whatever's comin'
Nuclear technician
Fission products, when I spit
Initiate a chain reaction
So much energy released, I beast and slit your Adam's apple
Tackle all authorities, to seek to chain of scuffin' shackles
When they fuckin' do the same shit
Crooked coppers, sneaky bastards
Buckle up, I'm strappin' up and ready
Get 'em cousin Eddie
Freddy Krueger when you sleepin', Jason Statham when I slay 'em
Chainsaw Massacre, we bang into the barn and skin their faces
Exorcism for you demons
Put you bitches in your place
Judgment Day, you get no pity
Execute, annihilate
Paint the walls up like Picasso
Fuckin' dump you in your grave (fuck this)
Fuck this bitch, I'm ready, huh
My hitters on ready, huh
All my guns on ready, huh
Lock and load, I'm ready, huh
Pullin' up on ready, huh
Hoppin' out, I'm ready, huh
Snatch your life, I'm ready
At your neck like cousin Eddie, huh
Fuck this bitch, I'm ready, huh
My hitters on ready, huh
All my guns on ready, huh
Lock and load, I'm ready, huh
Pullin' up on ready, huh
Hoppin' out, I'm ready, huh
Snatch your life, I'm ready
At your neck like cousin Eddie, huh
Written by: Jaman Palmer, Jayson Bridges, Joey Leytrick, Lukas Payne
