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Ready or Not
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ready or Not was released on November 2, 2022 by Major League Blessings Ent. as a part of the album Ready or Not - Single
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Release DateNovember 2, 2022
LabelMajor League Blessings Ent.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Granville
Joshua Granville
Songwriter

Lyrics

Like what
Like one
He talking hot we gon oot while he run
Like two you dumb
If it jam up you get beat with gun
Ooting at buddy he move like a punk
He a killer but what have you done?
Empty the clip bitch I do it for fun
She calling for god, and I call her nun
Don't stop
Leg shot
We at the door
We'll empty the knock
Got ten on a yacht
He try to hide
Is you ready or not?
Wifing that bitch
Man a **** could not
She eating your food
But she eating my cock
Want all the smoke and I'm ready to pop
You holding her hand
But that bitch is a thot
Like huh
You a fed?
Everything deady we'll aim for the head
If he gon run, we gon oot at the leg
He on the ground
Like he crawled outta bed
Like huh
What he said?
Think he a teacher, I'll fill'em wit lead
He in all white, but I'm painting'em red
Everyone tough till you knock off they dread
Who you hit?
You a bitch
Mano y Mano, I'm emptying shit
Don't care who you boomed
You'll get beat with the grip
Lil thottie get off me
My knock on the hip
I just wanna fuck
Man I cannot commit
Try to backdoor
I don't care who I hit
If I don't got it
He get poked in the rib
Flock at a **** for running they lip
Like
I cannot love me thottie
He not the ooter he tell everybody
Beat'em to death like Apollo in Rocky
He playing the crib
We gon wait in the lobby
Like I do not keep me a shotty
Brodie be ootin, he call it a hobby
Order a hit
You would think I'm John Gotti
I'm from New York
What you mean that I'm cocky?
How you gon run on ya man?
Think he a ooter
But don't got a plan
Poker not on me
He getting the hand
Heater be on me
He getting a tan
Every opp shot
We don't cap on the gram
Load up 30
I'm dumping the can
Think he a g
But that **** done ran
You watching my shit
And that **** a fan
Ya just be full of that cap
Running like Ricky
We'll aim at the back
Like we put they death on app
Keep talking hot
You'll get put in a pack
Think he tough
Now he dead on the mat
My gun be a dyke
He'll get beat with the strap
Think he tough
Now he dead on the mat
My gun be a dyke
He'll get beat with the strap
Don't stop
Leg shot
We at the door
We'll empty the knock
Got 10 on a yacht
He try to hide
Is you ready or not?
Wifing that bitch
Man a **** could not
She eating your food
But she eating my cock
Want all the smoke and I'm ready to pop
You holding her hand
But that bitch is a thot
Written by: Joshua Granville
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