kenzo balla, rayy balla, pdot sav - ready to blitz (ft. rayy balla & pdot sav) lyrics
intro
am i really hard to please?
perhaps i have such special needs (grrah+grrah, boom)
grrah, grrah
i wondered what was wrong with me (like)
my friends all fall so easily (mb, mb)
ayo, sam
verse
f+ck the gz, n+ggas never on sh+t
bando got clipped and he ain’t catch a hit
smokin’ dubski and rah out the zip (dubski)
with mexi and lotti, this sh+t gotta kick (mexi)
verse
kenzo balla, i’m back on that sh+t
movin immaculate, packin’ a fifth
bagged up n+gga got packed on a strip
roll new dead opp, laughin’ and sh+t
keem dissin’ me and now i’m sick
i’ma spin through the hill, hit him in his sh+t
n+gga broke, he never got no drip
if i spot him it’s lit i’m uppin’ the rip
everybody get shot when we spin
i’ma spin off a perc, might throw more than ten
verse
pray to god every time that i sin
i just hope he forgive me for sinning again
spin the well and show him how the glock work
i can’t wait till i run into blockwork
lotta n+ggas died, i know the opps hurt
since the one, they made about five shirts
i’m on 50, b+tch, i’m dumping mines first
n+gga died in a cab, he went out the worst
verse
miss my nine on bro, it’s f+ck the 41st
i just bought another chop, so don’t get murked
and my body different when i’m off a perc
i swear i just be ready to blitz
hit a opp and cross him off the list
caine keep shooting this sh+t got a kick
stop the cap and go and catch a hit
he got hit in his stomach, thought it was his hip
every opp who dissin’ could get clipped
he gon’ hate me if i see him slip
verse
better get a gun, cause it’s that season
hittin’ opps, we do it for a reason
lil’ bro say he wanna see him bleedin’
if i spot lil spongy, i’ma leave him
talkin on jb, i can’t wait to see him
when i shoot his lessons, i’ma teach him
keep on shooting ’till he on the street done
b+tch, it’s fifth to the sev, we them demons
verse
we ran him down, know we flocked out the whip
lil’ bro 13 say he flockin’ to live
if i don’t got the knock, he get beat with a stick, like
he try to run, hit that boy with the whip, like
mb up double o, b+tch i’m the drip, like
verse
bullets gon hit him rearrange his sh+t, like
don’t give a f+ck if you blood or if you crip
if you droppin’ my sh+t then you bound to get hit
bro pop out the cut with a .three0 and sh+t
start shootin’ from deep like he curry and sh+t
verse
sippin’ on wock, vision blurry and sh+t
but don’t try to front still st+rdy with the grip
6 shots let off, three n+ggas got hit, like
it’s a man down every time that we spin
we up on the score and we don’t count attempts, like
kaylo my brother, he taking that risk, like
speak on jb, then you taking that trip, like
now it’s time to go spin
f+ck a outfit, i’ma spin what i’m in
give a f+ck ’bout no face, hope they remember it
verse
he got shot out the car, he couldn’t see, windows tint
tg flocked out the whip, while he yellin out, “crip”
all he heard was mb then that n+gga got hit
if a b+tch bunny hop, tell us ballas to spin, like
verse
rah+rah got shot, left him slumped in the whip
lotti got poked, left him dead on the strip
lilah got smoked, left her dead in a crib
juu hef got beat with the hookah, oh sh+t
kdub tried to run, but the fat n+gga tripped
n0body outside, so mex got spliffed
caine got me bussin’ and tweakin’ and sh+t
all the opps dead, yeah, they restin’ in p+ss
verse
grrah, grrah
i don’t know who to trust on the bros, n+ggas movin’ real funny
mix the mexi with dubski and dummy
he get shot if he hop like a bunny
nesty a bum and he don’t got no money (dubski)
verse
when i slide better run or get clipped
whole block movin’ tact’ when we takin that trip
call up kenzo, you know that’s the drip
when i spin through the 4s, i’ma up off the hip
i know n+ggas prayin’ that i slip
they gon’ stay on they knees, tell ’em n+ggas, “suck d+ck”
i catch richie, then he gettin’ hit
if e4d doing bad, n+ggas ain’t doin’ sh+t
and that ooter n+gga, he a b+tch
he keep losin’ his mans and he just wanna diss
verse
if he move then it’s lit
keemy gon up it, and cl!ck it hit him in his sh+t
got the knock on my hip
n+ggas be talkin’ in songs but never caught a hit
and breezo a kid
plus he got shot and he still not rappin’ what he live
and the wock got me lit
smokin’ on rah, this sh+t bussin’ bussin’ out the zip
outro
grrah, gang
grrah+grrah, boom
every opp shot
everything dead, like
grrah+grrah, boom
grrah+grrah, like
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