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Ready Or Not
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ready Or Not was released on November 24, 2025 by 444 as a part of the album 4th Quarter
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Release DateNovember 24, 2025
Label444
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM162

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
cerefour
cerefour
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
quacere gary
quacere gary
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zac Lynch
Zac Lynch
Engineer

Lyrics

I find me a way, I'ma make this shit happen
I find a way, start trappin', and rappin
Bang 43 X, don't do no lackin
AirTag onna bowls try run off I track em
Smokin' the gas, I see Pete in my ashes rap **** took
I find out you cappin
I'm out the crest, tryn catch me a basket
Racks come wit risks, bitch I bin havin
What's goin' on? I find me a way, just know that I'm takin' the risk
They keepin' it P, they pussy and popped
These **** so broke, they pissed
I usually jump out with Drac, got options
This time, I'ma bring out the switch
A **** tried run off' wit weed by mistake
Got drop and took that boy kit
Servin' the fet out the window
They mad I bent on, they kinfolk
He sent a bitch just to get lo
Don't give a fuck, lettin my stick blow
I was just popped' took the risk, just to get mo
Go and' bag up the work, then we hit road
Sellin' 8ths to the ps, how it get sold
On our own, we ain't have us' no big bro
Try rob and', you died, thats a shit show
Stop the drill ima call this the bip flow
Bro, fuck a opp bitch, said the bitch po
She look' for options, tell the bitch no
Her **** pop shit, I'm her rich ho
Want a bag cuz she see how I get bowls
Had a tab that the **** got kicked for
762's, know, you can't dip those
I just been rappin' influence a lot
Was coming in truent, can't stop
I been tryn put on my fam, and put on the bros
They know that my music is hot
Send him a lo, I ain't moving my spot
He don't know what to do with the drop
**** try run from a button
ARP clutchin
Jah, gon come thru wit the yop
Make us a lane get my crew to the top
Fried on notes, and I sit back and jot
We can't compare, no camps
Ain't fuckin' with us
Them **** ain't havin' no guap
I had no hope in the trap
I know that they pray that I lack
I keep me a gun stay strapped
Still be out servin', they wan put me in packs
Said not for sale, but you know it's for sale
Ran it up, just me and the scale
Bro get booked, come through with his bail
Keep tryna drag, I drag you to hell
Kicked out my camp like, why would you tell
Doubled up vacuum, don't, got a smell
Bringin' the gas to you leave it in mail
Hit up my cashapp or send it through Zelle
I find me a way, I'ma make this shit happen
I find a way, start trappin
And rappin, bang 43X, don't do no lackin
Airtag onna bowls try run off I track em
Smokin' the gas, see Pete in my ashes
Rap **** took, I find out you, cappin
I'm out the crest, tryn catch me a basket
Racks come wit risks bitch, I bin havin
What's goin' on, I find me a way
Just know that I'm takin' the risk
They keepin' it P, they pussy and popped
These **** so broke, they pissed
I usually jump out with Drac got options
This time I'll bring out the switch
A **** tried run off wit weed by mistake
Got drop and took that boy kit
Servin' the fet out the window
They mad I bent on they kinfolk
He sent, a bitch just to get lo
Don't give a fuck, lettin my stick blow
I was just popped' took the risk just to get mo
Go and bag up the work, then we hit road
Selling 8ths to the Ps how it get sold
Written by: quacere gary
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