[Lyrics] Lil Durk – Ready for Em Lyrics

Lyrics
They hate all my niggas
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 & Budo, 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
D Thang say we hot but it’s easy to flop
I call Rod ‘cause he easy with mop
Niggas hating, just give my prop
Niggas say that I’m dumb when
They see me with thot boy I tell ’em like
I can’t get better with bitches
I’m so fed up with these snitches
Smoke one for Pluto
I’mma put grass in these Swishers
And step on these pipes with my niggas
They killin’ my pride
Bitches, they killin’ my vibe
IG full of money but they askin’ for rides
Not me, ask one of my guys
I kill for one of my guys
Free bro from the drive
Remember them days I was starvin’
Empty stomach, no car, no money
These niggas be tweakin’ that’s why
I got shooters on dummy let’s get it!
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 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’ hit’s
I dodged my momma told me get out the Dodge
Can’t sleep
I can’t Ma’, cause I’m in too deep
It’s to the point where my
Niggas only came to me
Fuck a homie cause a homie
Don’t think like Tony
Montana cause the chopper for shorty, ohh
Lost J-Money and Tay
The shit happened I hated it
No Drake, but nigga we made it
Called Dede he ready, he slingin’ impatient
Got killers like Hatians
I land in Miami, call Dada
We go and take off to Lil Haiti
Got shooters on shooters that
Shoot to kill shooters
Ain’t talkin’ no navy
Sneak dissin’ on the squad
We send shots at that boy
And Broski be facin’
Pillowtalkin’ to bitches, I see if she bad
But nigga she basic
I ain’t heard ’bout niggas
And I ain’t worried ’bout niggas
Street sweepers, hit the streets up, and
Ion care ‘bout a nigga, let’s get it