Maggz - Get Ready lyrics

[Hook] If it was do or die Take a shot of the Henny I heard there's money on the streets And it better be plenty I want the black one, the red on Man I want any We got so much to give I don't think y'all ready [Verse 1: Stogie T] Y'all ready? Five foot some'n not quite a six My b**h ride full time that's not a b**h I'm on some other sh** Might say thank you but But you not givin' I'm snatching it Scot-free Travis it's a travesty n***as claiming majesty Taking shots from afar, R.I.P Dr King Fools had a dream but woke up to discover me Standing in the same spot I'm with Sugarsmax and the ? was in A genuine article like a plug your magazine The rest of you vultures just smelling like some culture thieves You n***as won't k**, I am Stogie in the driver's seat We know your story, you a phony, you ain't got it B And LES call me like a medic for the body I told him let's talk and give me time place and topic I'm in the stu like Nigella where my fellas Still ain't taken a loss son You eating sour black panther La la la (oh oh) [Hook] [Verse 2: Maggz] Money make the world go round Money make your girl go down That's why you never see me I'm breezing by you so fast Got you spinning like chicken like ? Whoo, Maggie why you leave us behind Ntwana please you tryna try who You outta your mind Check the speed my n***as move with Super cool sh** Takin' over city to city tryna recruit sh** For all the times we invested in the booth with See my verses are like murders in acoustics Add a tooth flow, sounded like a root b**h f** off n***a unless it's the exclusives Renegade, still on top, still I delegate I always kept it on the low, still I elevate Idolise even in my rivals' eyes, I'm revitalised A different wave I'm a tidal rise La la la (oh oh) [Hook] [Verse 3: Da LES] Watch how I charter the jet for a radio run We popping eights on the plane Let it spray like a gun Guess I'm hard with the s**, she shake like a drum 'Cause it's the greatest of all time It's what you say to your son I got the soul for our recipe, power for pain All you lil a** n***as soundin' the same This that grown man sh**, n***a stay in your lane Or put two-fifty on your wrist before you speak of my name I'm throeing racks at ace of diamonds Man that's nothing to me 'Cause all my n***as stay shining Yeah that's something to see Yo Khuli Chana, tell them what we done seen I'm at my Maftown height, I knock the life out your jeans Ey yo you died at sample stage like a ? sneaker You don't f** with me, well I don't f** with you either I see the evil in your eyes when it comes to this feature But I'm with my angel in disguise 'Cause I decided to keep her La la la (oh oh) [Hook]