Ready (feat. Gunna)

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (skrrt, skrrt)

Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (dash digi')

Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (lit)

Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (nah)

Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (sauce)

Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (it's chilly)

I got three big booty broads at the Telly (the Telly)

And they know from the start who was ready

I can't fuck with none of y'all niggas, y'all disgust me

When you with your maggot ass friends, don't discuss me

FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me

I hear 'em sayin' such and such, a nigga ain't gon' touch me

Big body Benz, 'member I used to be dusty

Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please

I was sellin' weed when they came out with white tee

Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee

Whole hood poppin', other niggas, they don't like me

Made her eat it up, she told her friend, "He gon' wife me"

All my niggas thoroughbred, I don't fuck with crossbreeds

Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street

In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (skrrt, skrrt)

Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (dash digi')

Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (lit)

Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (nah)

Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (sauce)

Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (it's chilly)

I got three big booty broads at the Telly (the Telly)

And they know from the start who was ready (ready)

Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y's (Margiel-y)

Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y's (baguette-y)

Ain't gon' bash you bitches, I ain't petty (nah)

Just know we fuckin', we ain't goin' steady (goin' steady)

I don't wanna sleep, I need more Addys (need more Addys)

I ain't have no kid but I'm her daddy (I'm her daddy)

Better shake her ass like it's Magic (like it's Magic)

20s in my pocket look like cabbage (yeah)

Carats everywhere, I'm a rabbit (I'm a rabbit)

I ain't Shawty Lo, but what's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)

We was taught to go, keep that cannon (that cannon)

I'm on fuckin' go, I can't panic (I can't panic)

In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (skrrt, skrrt)

Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (dash digi')

Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (lit)

Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (nah)

Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (sauce)

Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (it's chilly)

I got three big booty broads at the Telly (the Telly)

And they know from the start who was ready

Money conversations, check my feng shui

I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I'm on straight

Supermodel, her body gon' be my entree

I been runnin' with hitters, my youngins gun slang

Cars of the day, brand new Wraith

My life circle, mines ain't straight

Bills ain't late, paid no notes

I ain't no joke, they want smoke

We exotic, start a riot, we gon' riot

.223's, drakes outside

We don't get tired, we gon' die