Ready For Em lyrics - Lil Durk

They hate all my niggas, they hate that I'm breathing

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 & Bodo, 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

Ops 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 thots

But I tell 'em like, I can't get better with bitches

I’m so fed up with these snitches, smoke one for Pluto

I'mma put grass in these Swishers

And step on these pipes with my niggas, they killin' my prime

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

[Lennox:]

You want bombaclad war? hm? hm?

You wanna ramp wit me?

[gunshots]

Come on me say!

Me shot 61 people for fun!

Who want test me?

Come on, come on!

Do you know who ya bombaclad ramp wit?

You don’t know me, I’m the original Jamaican dandatta!

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 momma told me get out Dodge, I can't sleep

I can't mob, cause I’m in too deep

It’s to the point where my nigga only kin to me

Fuck a homie cause a homie don't think like Tony

Montana cause the chopper for shorty, ohh

Lost J-Money and Tay, shit happen

No Drake, but nigga we made it

Called Dede he ready, he slingin' impatient, got killers like Hatians

I land in Miami, call Dada, we go and take off to Lil Haiti

Got shooters on shooters who 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 hearin' 'bout niggas, and I ain't worried 'bout niggas

Street sweepers, hit the streets up, and I care ‘bout a nigga, let’s get it