letra de ready to die - ken carson
[chorus]
yeah, quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, yeah
i’ve been in the trap, whippin’ up the white stuff
he said he gon’ do, what the— who? huh, he a bluff
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout what he or she say, i’ve been off them drugs
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout what he or she do, i’m on other stuff
i’m on other sh-t
before i go broke, i’ll sell a brick
i’m on the b-lock with my g-lock, huh, and my stick
[verse]
he wanna get down with the gang, but we ain’t takin’ no b-tches
all these n-ggas be b-tches, all these n-ggas be hoes
i might take a fl!ck for these hoes, strike a pose
i don’t got no foot fetish, i don’t give a f-ck ’bout your toes
she put her head down, it came up with coke on her nose
she off that stuff
i’m with a new b-tch every day, i could never cuff
i think i’m way too young, huh-huh, to fall in love
she said she want a superhero, she was f-ckin’ with a scrub
she want x-man
she said she wanna get high, tell her, “bring the x in”
i rock rick o, head to toes, don’t do heron preston
he said he don’t give a f-ck ’bout this ho, then why he pressed then?
pull up to your block, woah-woah-woah, we gon’ press him
them bullets stretched him
.556, .223s, five-sevens, yeah
i bought a uzi the other day, said, “f-ck the mac-11,” yeah
when i’m in new york, i tote a machete, yeah
bucky fifty
will with me, lone with me, nino with me
your b-tch with me, yeah, i know sh-t get sticky
i ate her up, yeah-yeah, she had me finger-l!ckin’
he actin’ tough, yeah-yeah, but he ain’t got no bl!cky
he ain’t got no fire
why you playin’ like that, boy? you must be ready to die
i’ve got her blushin’, huh-huh, this b-tch must be shy
this b-tch ain’t even mine
these n-ggas pillow talkin’, these n-ggas droppin’ dimes
in 2017, i was with lil 88 and ’em slimes
it’s 2023, i’m with o-p-i-u-m right now
double o sh-t
this b-tch see me, i bet her knees hit the floor quick
these n-ggas p-ssy, there ain’t no rap n-gga i got smoke with
[chorus]
quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, yeah
i’ve been in the trap, whippin’ up the white stuff
he said he gon’ do, what the— who? huh, he a bluff
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout what he or she say, i’ve been off them drugs
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout what he or she do, i’m on other stuff
i’m on other sh-t
before i go broke, i’ll sell a brick
i’m on the b-lock with my g-lock, huh, and my stick
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