Robby Rambo, Caskey - Always Ready lyrics

All my dogs are ready, all my money, made it
I got choppers right sitting in the trunk
They always ready

They been asking where I'm goin'
Tell 'em I'll be gone to get it
I swear, this is not an image, dog
I'm really fucking wit' it
Said I'm really fucking wit' it if
They ever wanna get it
All that bullshit they be talking
Tell them they can go forget it
What I told 'em? Don't fuck with me
Got the bands in my pocket, they stuck to me
Whole clique really 'bout it, sucka free
Drought came back around, I upped the fee
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

They been asking where I'm goin'
Told 'em I'll be back again
Had to violate parole


Got me fresh up out the pen
Never ever got a letter
Never ever had a friend
Only wishing things were better but
These problems never end
Juvie life, I been thuggin' like, "Fuck it"
When push come to shove
You won't ever see me budgin'
I'm known to hold some grudges
I act like I'm the toughest
Really started from the bottom, man
I used to have nothin'
I put money on my neck
I put money on my wrist
I put diamonds in my rings so
I got money on my fist
I'm known to flip a couple bricks, I swear
I'm really with this shit
Feeling like I'm Weezy Baby, tell 'em
"Get it how you live"
I get 25 bowls, and 25 hunnid
Make at least 50
Breaking 20 like it's nothin'
Man, I told 'em they ain't ready
I'm the white 2Pac, tell
'em call me Joseveli, ah!

They been asking where I'm goin'
Tell 'em I'll be gone to get it
I swear, this is not an image, dog
I'm really fucking wit' it
Said I'm really fucking wit' it if
They ever wanna get it
All that bullshit they be talking
Tell them they can go forget it
What I told 'em? Don't fuck with me
Got the bands in my pocket, they stuck to me
Whole clique really 'bout it, sucka free
Drought came back around, I upped the fee
Yeah

Ok, there's money in my pocket
Feel like Bishop Don Juan
In love with myself
Don't need no bitch to put Vuitton on
Can't trust none of these hoes
That's why you gon' rock the condom
I just Rick Owen my shoes and
Jeans and you in Sean John
I got pills busting out the jaw
And some I'm gone on
And my Asian bitch like doing
Freaky shit with Wonton
You don't score none for you team
You should go get some pompoms
I just counted up twelve
Racks in dirty dollars, i'm John
I got bitches calling up my phone from four
Five years ago
You got music you been dropping daily
No one hears it though that's a shame
I just did Black Sheep 2
And that was 40 shows
I got paid in every city
Made some fans and fucked some hoes
Make my calculated moves
You been shooting in the dark
Don't talk 'bout my mixtape, that's no music
That's my heart
All my bitches loud as fuck like
That shit I just sparked
I don't do not talking
I just let my money talk

They been asking where I'm goin'
Tell 'em I'll be gone to get it
I swear, this is not an image, dog
I'm really fucking wit' it
Said I'm really fucking wit' it if
They ever wanna get it
All that bullshit they be talking
Tell them they can go forget it
What I told 'em? Don't fuck with me
Got the bands in my pocket, they stuck to me
Whole clique really 'bout it, sucka free
Drought came back around, I upped the fee
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

There he in the boot
Caskey smoking on a blunt
Swear to God we with this shit
And most you pussies wanna front (On God)
I got tats on my face
(They ask if I'm a killer)
Bitch, I run it like the working
I'm a driller on a pill or maybe two
How I'm feeling? What 'bout you?
I think I'm the fucking man
Now what you think I'm tryna do?
Scooby Do in need of you, 'cause you
You need a clue
Put the chicken in a stew and
I put you in a stew, eh
Used to watch, watch us shoot needles
Always talking to the Devil
Someone say I'm evil tryna feed my people
Treat others like we equal
But to me I'm part one and
I ain't never like the sequels
I was born to raise Hell in a cell
Give 'em Hell, all my life say
"Fuck twelve!" man, my wrist on froze
My Camaro candy red and it's sitting on fo's
Bitch!

They been asking where I'm goin'
Tell 'em I'll be gone to get it
I swear, this is not an image, dog
I'm really fucking wit' it
Said I'm really fucking wit' it if
They ever wanna get it
All that bullshit they be talking
Tell them they can go forget it

All my dogs are ready, all my money, made it
I got choppers right sitting in the trunk
They always ready
All my dogs are ready, all you suckers petty
We just counted up so much money in cash
We always ready