J.R. Writer – Ready 2 Fight lyrics

[Hook:]
Now I've Been Drinking Dat Sizurp And I'm Drunk As Fuck And I'm Ready To Fiiiight Niggas Lookin At Me Like I don't Get It Poppin Imma Kill Sumbody Toniiiight And I don't Never Ever Get Into Beef Wit Out Squeezing Off Ma Niiiine And All Ma Niggas And Ma Bitches If You Fuck Wit Da Dips Get Reay To Riiide

Now All Ma G's In N.Y Carry Big 4'5 Chicago L.A Prefer Dem A.Ks
And All Phillie Niggas Is Mack Millie Niggas
Every Thug In St.Louie Bought An Oozie
Come On Now Wen Rell Says Dump You Get Up And Dump Let Off Da Pump And Let Them Lil Pellits Eat It For Lunch I Got Every Body Wachin Me I'm Fillin Da Streets Imma Bout To Show These Lil Niggas Why Killa Recruted Me
I'm Young I'm Hungry I'm Fresh Outta Clinton Got Bitches Bringin Me Money I'm Still Pimpin From Dat Last Lil Shoot Out you Still Limpin Imma Finish you Off Tonight Hustle Get Off Da White
It won't Stop Till Da Hands On Da Rollie Spins And Ma Mink Is Made Outta Coyote Skin The Way I'm Stuntin So Hard Shoud Be A Holy Sin And Every Time I Cock 5 Cop Will Throw Me A 10 Ma Lil Niggas Will Kill You Just Floss Look At These Diamonds Their Real Blue In Dem Cross Wuts Poppin In Da Hood Well Do In Da Porshe Niggas Yous A Worker I'm Real Cool Wit you're Boss Ill Get You Fired Re-Hired For A Lesser Salary I'm On Da Move These Cops Stay Forver After Me Never Taste Bon Refer Look At Your Boy I'm In The James Bond Beemer With A St. Tompt Diva

[Hook:]
Now I've Been Drinking Dat Sizurp And I'm Drunk As Fuck And I'm Ready To Fiiiight Niggas Lookin At Me Like I don't Get It Poppin Imma Kill Sumbody Toniiiight And I don't Never Ever Get Into Beef Wit Out Squeezing Off Ma Niiiine And All Ma Niggas And Ma Bitches If You Fuck Wit Da Dips Get Reay To Riiide

Ok Get Ready (Its The Invasion)
I've Been A Sin Ben Is Sick
Movin Like Emma Smith
And Ma Fifth And Da Shit Dat Ill Be Da End Of It
Ends I Get Enderless 10 Is Kips Plenty Chips
Oozie Keep Movin Dats Wut I Call Extended Clips
Jay's Sick And Kate Get An 8 Flipper
The Don Won And Louie Va Ton Sawde Slippers I can't Stray Sliver Do These Streets Wit Out Getting Spotted More Times Than Weight Lifters
Dummy I Was Hot Hunnie In Da Drop Humped Feet In Ma Socks Dundie Gives Me Crocs
Alagaters Dummie I'm A Cop I Walk Through The Damn Poles They Turned Me For A Box
Slapped Pack Those Things Back Slapped you're Dame I'm Back Packed
That's That that's Crack Cocane
You Back Track Track Back Half Ass Bro Main
Clap Back Macks Straped Kept At The Trojan

[Chorus:]
Now I've (Brrrap) Been Drinking Dat Sizurp And I'm Drunk As Fuck And I'm Ready To Fiiiight Niggas Lookin At Me Like I don't Get It Poppin Imma Kill Sumbody Toniiiight And I don't Never Ever Get Into Beef Wit Out Squeezing Off Ma Niiiine And All Ma Niggas And Ma Bitches If You Fuck Wit Da Dips Get Reay To Riiide