Lil Durk - Ready For Em Lyrics

(Cardo Got Wings)
These niggas get on my nerves, they hate that I'm breathing (Cannon)
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 and 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
Opps 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'ma 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 bumbaclaut war? Hm? Hm?
You wanna ramp wit me?
Come on, mi say
Mi shot pussyhole people fi fun
Who want test me?
Come on, come on
Do you know who ya bumbaclaut ramp wit'?
Unnuh know me, I'm the original Jamaican Don Dadda
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' hits
I dodged my mama 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 kin to me
Fuck a homie 'cause a homie don't think like Tony
Montana 'cause the chopper for shorty, oh
Lost J-Money and Tay, the shit happened I hate it
No Drake, but nigga we made it
Called Dede he ready, his finger impatient, got killers like Haitians
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 I'on't care 'bout a nigga, let's get it