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lil' rydell - ready for smoke lyrics

[verse]
b+tch, we outside, we ain’t hidin’ from sh+t (f+ck they thought?)
glock with a beam, put a dot on his lip (watch him drop!)
we don’t do talkin’, we get on his block (let it pop!)
extended the clip, that b+tch long as a mop (clean the spot!)
i keep a switch, i ain’t usin’ no hands (f+ck a fight!)
pull up and dump, leave him dead where he stand (took his life!)
body start twitchin’, he caught him a slug (that’s a price!)
he tried to run, but them bullets too fast (took his rights!)
b+tch, i been thuggin’, i stay with them demons (on that time!)
we catch an opp, then we leave that boy leanin’ (on his spine!)
body keep droppin’, they screamin’ and grievin’ (that’s a sign!)
f+ck all my opps, we keep up with the schеmin’ (watch ‘em cry!)
spin through his set, we gon’ air that b+tch out (lеt it rain!)
try to play tough, now his brains on the ground (left a stain!)
extended the drum, that b+tch loud as a pound (insane!)
hollows start rippin’, he won’t make a sound (he in pain!)
b+tch, i be posted with k!llers and robbers (with them steppers!)
you be with fakes, you be hangin’ with coppers (ain’t no pressure!)
we really slidin’, don’t need no imposters (who gon’ test us?)
if it’s a problem, then we send ‘em doctors (where the stretcher?)
got me a check, now my opps lookin’ mad (f+ck ‘em all!)
b+tch, i be flexin’, got racks in the bag (spend it all!)
spin through his city, we hop out with tags (get ‘em gone!)
shooters on go, they don’t need ‘em no mask (send ‘em home!)
b+tch, i been runnin’ these streets like a vet (who gon’ stop me?)
f+ck all my opps, they get put in a jet (smoke ‘em properly!)
body count high, we ain’t takin’ no threats (keep a glock on me!)
we don’t do warnings, we step on they neck (put ‘em under me!)
load up the k, let it spray like a shower (drum go boom!)
he tried to run, now his face on a flyer (he got doomed!)
f+ck all these rappers, they really be liars (full of goons!)
if we catch ‘em lackin’, we roll ‘em like tires (he got tombed!)
we got them switches, we bust at his melon (brains on the curb!)
i don’t do talkin’, my glizzy be yellin’ (ain’t sayin’ a word!)
he tried to flex, now his pockets get severed (broke ass nerd!)
f+ck all that cappin’, we send ‘em to heaven (now he a bird!)
b+tch, i be posted with racks and a k (who gon’ try?)
spin through his hood, make ‘em run like a race (watch ‘em fly!)
turn off the lights, now his block in a grave (say goodbye!)
f+ck all these opps, they get turned into strains (get ‘em high!)
gang really step, we don’t do it for clout (f+ck a mention!)
b+tch, i got aim, i ain’t shootin’ no house (ain’t no tension!)
he tried to duck, but that sh+t don’t work out (bad decision!)
we spin again, leave his gang in a drought (gone missing!)
b+tch, i been thuggin’, don’t play with my name (real assassin!)
extended the glock, leave a hole in his brain (closed casket!)
f+ck all my opps, they get put in a flame (let ‘em have it!)
when we pull up, ain’t no stoppin’ the rain (fully automatic!)

- lil rydell lyrics

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