Ready to Blow

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