French Montana - Ready / Intro lyrics
Yeah I'm not a fool I just love that you're dead inside I'm not a fool I just love that you're dead inside I'm lifeless, haha Haan, yeah When you got the space You chop the top off, got the brain out Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout? All my n***as playin', we ain't talkin' what that bread bout Smokin' medication, got my bread right n***as try to stop us, we ain't gon' let 'em b**hes try to trap us, we ain't gon' let 'em Man we just get ready Haah, we just get ready Talk about bread, God damn, got a whole lot Said pray for the ones that n***as got the ball out God damn, watch the ball work Got rich, put 'em on work Finish last n***a, ball first Now curve b**hes cold turkey In the game n***a, no mercy For the weak n***a [?] the leach n***a Shoot the shepherd and the sheep n***a From my head to my feet n***a Countin' [?] while I sleep n***a High school to the league n***a Pull up on them hoes, watch it fall out 'Rari sittin' low, gotta crawl out If that p**y wet, never pull out If that p**y good, bite 'em all out Sittin' court side in my court case Drinkin' lean, poppin' pills, heart racin' Velvet rope, blue dot, all Ace 36 O's, foundation Word around town, I'm the man n***a Breakin' down work to the grams n***a Whip it in the Pan n***a Gettin' money with the fam n***a When you got the space You chop the top off, got the brain out Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout? All my n***as playin', we ain't talkin' what that bread bout Smokin' medication, got my bread right n***as try to stop us, we ain't gon' let 'em b**hes try to trap us, we ain't gon' let 'em Man we just get ready Haah, we just get ready Aye, young n***a from the trap, b**h can't trap me Young cold n***a get money like an athlete Now I'm straight like 12: 30 p**y clean, baby talk dirty Need the work n***a, call early Rap game sabotage and we gon' burn it n***a cold murder And I'm comin' for ya head n***a And I did what I said n***a Mine get it how I live n***a Go playin' with the bread n***a I blow off your dread n***a Get the hoes sprayin' n***a From the bottom it was all I Told your whole story, it was all lies Drink and smoke till I fall out Thought he get the bread and it's all out Nah n***a, jumped in the fire n***a Still ridin' with the fire n***a Countin' money, gettin' high n***a Praise due to the high n***a But my n***as on set, I can die n***a Started from the block n***a I done earned my spot n***a From the bot', couldn't see the top n***a Coke Boy non-stop n***a When you got the space You chop the top off, got the brain out Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout? All my n***as playin', we ain't talkin' what that bread bout Smokin' medication, got my bread right n***as try to stop us, we ain't gon' let 'em b**hes try to trap us, we ain't gon' let 'em Man we just get ready Haah, we just get ready