Lil Durk - Ready For Em lyrics

They hate all my n***as, they hate that I'm breathing Shoutout to my squad, ya feel me? OTF Gang Is it true you got shooters hangin' out the roof? I'm just tryna' to do what I spit in the booth Free Dada & Bodo, shooters on the loose On the block earn stripes, squad full of troops Call Zoo, he be ready every time I do Shot clock but he ready every time to shoot Ops route for a diss I just give 'em shots I gotta chill cause the police posted on the block These things say we hot but it's easy to flop I call Rod ‘cause he easy with mop n***as hating, just give my prop n***as say that I'm dumb when they see me with thot Boy I tell 'em like, I can't get better with b**hes I’m so fed up with these snitches, smoke one for Pluto I'mma put gra** in these Swishers And step on these pipes with my n***as, they k**in' my prime b**hes, they k**in' my vibe IG full of money but they askin' for rides Not me, ask one of my guys I k** for one of my guys, free bro from the drive Remember them days I was starvin' Empty stomach, no car, no money These n***as be tweakin' that's why I got shooters on dummy Let's get it [Lennox:] You want bombaclad war? hm? hm? You wanna ramp wit me? [gunshots] Come on me say! Me shot 61 people for fun! Who want test me? Come on, come on! Do you know who ya bombaclad ramp wit? You don’t know me, I’m the original Jamaican dandatta! You understand, Jamaican Rude Boy! Got Broski on point like Kyrie Don’t fear no man that can die like me I done dodged doin' hits I dodged my momma told me get out Dodge, I can't sleep I can't mob, cause I’m in too deep It’s to the point where my n***a only came to me f** a homie cause a homie don't think like Tony Montana cause the chopper for shorty, ohh Lost J-Money and [?] havin' our hater No Drake, but n***a we made it Called Dede he ready, he slingin' impatient, got k**ers like Hatians I land in Miami, call Dada, we go and take off to Lil Haiti Got shooters on shooters who shoot to k** shooters, ain’t talkin' no navy Sneak dissin' on the squad, we send shots at that boy and Broski be facin' Pillowtalkin' to b**hes, I see if she bad, but n***a she basic I ain't hearin' 'bout n***as, and I ain't worried 'bout n***as Street sweepers, hit the streets up, and I care ‘bout a n***a, let’s get it