D Savage – Ready 2 Die lyrics

[Intro]
Dylvinci got the code
Pew pew, ayy, pew, ayy, pew pew, ayy, yeah, ayy
Pew pew, ayy, yeah, ayy, pew pew, pew
Shoutout Dylvinci
Yeah, rrah, pew, rrah, pew pew, gang, yeah
Gang, ayy, uh, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]

Don’t let me find out where you stay (Ayy, ayy)

I want the guap with the cake (Ayy, gang)

And, no, we can’t go on no dates (Ayy, yeah)

You coming over to play (Gang, gang)

And I keep a gun by my side (Rrah)

Keep a .45 on my waist (Rrah, rrah)

And, nigga, I’m ready to die (Gang, uh)

I just don’t know what the day is (Gang, gang)

[Post-Chorus]

Hey, uh (Rrah), hey (Rrah)

Hey (Rrah), hey (Yuh)

Hey (Uh), hey (Rrah)

Hey (Uh), oh (Gang, uh)

No, hey (Gang)

Hey (Rrah, pa pa pa)

Hey, hey (Rrah)

Oh (Rrah), oh (Uh, rrah, yeah)

[Verse]

You niggas not ready to die (Yeah, gang)

You niggas not really outside (Yeah)

I snuck in this bitch with some fire (Hey)

How the fuck you not slangin’ no iron? (Nah)

All of your homies is dyin’ (Yeah)

Niggas not catchin’ bodies, niggas lyin’ (Ayy)

You niggas is goofy, you tryin’ (Ayy)

My niggas is really outside

Hit me on my trap phone

Smell that gas like cologne

Bitch, I’m on the money shit

Not what the fuck is you on

I’m stackin’ them hundreds, nigga, to the sky

You try to touch me, he gone, he died (Yeah)

I promise you, I’m gonna slide (Yeah)

Hey, you niggas ain’t grippin’ no iron (Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]

Don’t let me find out where you stay (Ayy, ayy)

I want the guap with the cake (Ayy, ayy)

And, no, we can’t go on no dates (Nah)

You coming over to play (Yeah)

And I keep a gun by my side (Gang)

Keep a .45 on my waist (Gang, gang)

And, nigga, I’m ready to die (Bow)

I just don’t know what the day is

[Post-Chorus]

Hey, uh (Rrah), hey (Rrah)

Hey (Rrah), hey (Yuh)

Hey (Uh), hey (Rrah)

Hey (Uh), oh (Gang, uh)

No, hey (Gang)

Hey (Rrah, pa pa pa)

Hey, hey (Rrah)

Oh (Rrah), oh (Uh, rrah, yeah)

[Outro]

Gang, ayy, ayy

Bitch, I snuck in this bitch with the fire

Bitch, I came in this bitch with the fire, ayy

I swear to God, I’m countin’ up

Came in this bitch with the fire, ayy

Smokin’, gang, gang, ayy, rrah, ayy

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