Jae Trxpp - Ready to Blow
I cannot play no games with you niggasI'm not the fucking same as you niggas
Some things I've seen could turn a heart bitter
I put in the work and now I see glitter
No, I can't quit 'cause I ain't no quitter
Yeah, life's a bitch but that's why I'm with her
Used to be soft on the hoe, now I'm hard on the hoe
Swear every month is like winter
Fuck all that talking, my nigga, you bluffing
I hate a nigga that's angry for nothing
I'm already rowdy when up in the function
If you want a problem, we knucking or bucking
Fuck what they talking, that's end of discussion
Fuck what they talking, that's end of discussion
Fuck what they talking, that's end of discussion
That's end of discussion
That's end of
Playing hard when we know you a bitch
For a fact, you ain't up in the mix
If shit get sticky and my niggas with me
I ain't running nothing, bitch you know what it is
Jae Trxpp, bitch, you know what it is
Your main bitch probably know what it is
How you mad at me that she on my dick?
Go and get a stick, if you wanna get serious
I got a middle finger for the fuck niggas that ain't open the door
I got the same one for the fake ones tryna say that we bros
I might just post up with a ruler, I'm feeling ready to blow
I might just post up with a ruler, I'm feeling ready to blow
I got a middle finger for the fuck niggas that ain't open the door
I got the same one for the fake ones tryna say that we bros
I might just post up with a ruler, I'm feeling ready to blow
I might just post up with a ruler, I'm feeling ready to blow
You must've thought I was dumb
You must've thought I was done
Bitch, I'm the one
I'm starting my run
I'm hot like the sun
I'm real as they come
I'm just having fun
In it a minute, but only begun
If I ain't plan to win, then I wouldn't have come
'Lot of y'all bitches be talking in comments
But let's just be honest, the fuck have you done?
Internet man, bitch made
Fake rapper, you bitch made
On the westside with my eses
And TraeLife as my campaign
AKA my rampage
Turn the industry 'to my sex slave
You ain't gotta like my music, bitch
But you gon' respect my damn name
If it go around, it gotta come around
I've been going 'round for 100 miles
When you coming up, you gotta hold it down
They be showing love when I'm in your town
Type of time that I'm on
I can't bick it, kick it out long
Lines I write, but I'm righting wrongs
We here right now, but next we'll be gone like
I got a middle finger for the fuck niggas that ain't open the door
I got the same one for the fake ones tryna say that we bros
I might just post up with a ruler, I'm feeling ready to blow
I might just post up with a ruler, I'm feeling ready to blow
I got a middle finger for the fuck niggas that ain't open the door
I got the same one for the fake ones tryna say that we bros
I might just post up with a ruler, I'm feeling ready to blow
I might just post up with a ruler, I'm feeling ready to blow
Written by:
Jaelan Trapp
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