Ready Fire Aim!

[Stan Green]
Uh
I know this shit might make you wanna dance but
We on a whole different level right now
Uh-huh uh
Green, Yo, Look

[Verse One]
Ready Fire Aim, cause I hear trouble from every angle
My gun my guardian, heaven ain’t send me no angel
I’m targeting when I pull the strap out the cardigan
Dressing my age so hoe don’t mistake me for Mr Roger’s then
Still pull a bitch, got a arm like Fran Tarkenton
Talking in money talk like I’m talking in telemarketing
That look in her face means she quick to capitulate
The thinnest skins are the easiest to manipulate
Get the cake, stack up and switch a state in a jiffy
If shit get to looking iffy, you know these people be tricky
Quick to Cut you off, ain’t no sense in me being shameless
Know how to read between the lines, fuck ya hidden language

Told you we ain't dancing
No
Listen

[Second Verse]
When you start to wonder is it all worth it
Is the same time that you start fuckin it up on purpose
You ever had everything you felt you deserved
Then watch it all fall down cause your bitch ain’t keeping her word?
Or even worse, dividends are looking absurd
Cause them people inside your pocket for dollars you wanna splurge
Hustlings your only option, them knockers about to swerve
And fuck up your way to profit, your nerves!
Got you ready to fire before you aim
You're spiraling down the path of denial burning in flames
Them butes and zannies got you in abusive families
A couple of dollars could form a option to shoot your granny
So you try to stop it before they rob every nook and cranny
The drama get too demanding, it’s obvious you can’t handle
The product you’re using can’t even cop you a loosie dammit!
Knowledge from OG, here was something he said
Being woke don’t mean shit if you can’t get out the bed
Up at 6 with the birds, the early worm get the bread
Fuck a bitch then I swerve but not before I get the head
This flow is alchemy, for hustlers who send the birds out
And watch em come right back…Falconry

That's real shit

[Third Verse]
I was taught never flip on the niggas you was raised with
But what happens when one of they way switch?
Falsified information be running out they lips
Either the police or pillow talkin with they bitch!
Snitches get stitches in any City, we rip em like Kenny Griffey
Bringing them semi's with me to finish the petty quickly
Niggas talkin out the side of they neck
I need a full course meal with a side of respect
You should pay it straight full with but you probably in debt
Your ass can't cash what your mouth sign on them checks
Niggas say they riding for you but be cool with your enemies
Playing The Peacemaker, nigga you ain't no friend to me
Type of shit get you caught up coming from where I was brought up
Split your lip if you talkin about shit that you ain't apart of
Circle tight like the girdle on a fat bitch
You niggas claim to be real but your really catfish