Kashito Suave - ReadyOrNot Lyrics

I be on Sour and henny
Boutta pick up the pounds and they heavy
On the road got the big body Chevy
Chasing money like destiny sent me
Ready or not
I'm on my way to the spot
Stupid niggas got it hot
And I'm inna drop
See me booming down ya block
Suave think that he on top
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Money calling I answer like hello
Now they think that I worship the devil
All that bullshit can't fit on my schedule
Take no breaks like I can't reach the pedal

Bitch I stay with the chrome google
Suave they don't make hits like you do
You controlling the streets like voodoo
I got so many flows I could fool you
Niggas is pitiful
Price on ya head to get rid of you
It won't take too much to finish you
Bullets ain't missing you
I'm blowing up and it's killing you
We up them choppas they hitting you
Yea
Hit the mall with my bitch and they staring
Bitches all on my bitch and we sharing
All you niggas my sons ima parent
When I win imma cop a mclaren
You ain't first then you pretty much last
Take no L's I ain't going out sad
Come correct when you coming to Kash
I Hopped in the game when I hopped in my bag

I be on Sour and henny
Boutta pick up the pounds and they heavy
On the road got the big body Chevy
Chasing money like destiny sent me
Ready or not
I'm on my way to the spot
Stupid niggas got it hot
And I'm inna drop
See me booming down ya block
Suave think that he on top
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Money calling I answer like hello
Now they think that I worship the devil
All that bullshit can't fit on my schedule
Take no breaks like I can't reach the pedal

They know I do this shit for my people
I still ride with some shit that's illegal
Since a youngin they said I was evil
Run up on me then that's where we leave you
All these niggas be tough till I walk by
See the hate from afar got a hawk eye
In a rush to the goal like I'm offsides
Hit a lick in the v then we switch rides
You ain't with it you bitchin then stay inside
Just the bros I don't f*ck with these new guys
I could out rap these niggas in two lines
Imma get it and flip it a few times
Suavebaby the man and they know it
Said I'm running this shit and I show it
See my style now they all wanna clone it
Smoking gas I be high when I roll it

I be on Sour and henny
Boutta pick up the pounds and they heavy
On the road got the big body Chevy
Chasing money like destiny sent me
Ready or not
I'm on my way to the spot
Stupid niggas got it hot
And I'm inna drop
See me booming down ya block
Suave think that he on top
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Money calling I answer like hello
Now they think that I worship the devil
All that bullshit can't fit on my schedule
Take no breaks like I can't reach the pedal