Ready ft. deejqy Lyrics

I told that bitch to get ready

Cause I'm going up, yea I'm ready to go

I been counting up fetty on fetty on fetty

I'm counting up way too much dough

Like my pockets get heavy

My nine it is ready don't test me cause I'm finna blow

She said how you drip head to the toe

I told that little bitch that I do not know

Told that little bitch tell me when you ready

The chopper going to blow like confetti

Got the pot and I'm mixing spaghetti

On my wrist it's some flawless baguettes

She said fuck you but she did that already

Rocks on my wrist and they getting really heavy

My shooter a 'Zo and he tote a machette

I'm in a Lamb while you whipping a chevy

I got too many thots so this bitch gotta share me

He waving a glock cause he think it's going to scare me

Like I'm fighting drugs I wish he D.A.R.E. me

Don't try to come out at night it get scary

Call her baby I give her that dairy

You better take caution you better beware me

What?

Go

I'm making wishes like I seen a fairy

If you pull up, you finna get buried

Bitch you thot, no I cannot marry

It's out the park I hit it like Barry

Bonds

Speed it up go

Your bitch on my body I will not respond

If there is space then the fuck is beyond

I am that n***a that your hoe stay on

Shooting my shot and I swish like Lebron

Master finesser I cannot get conned

I like a brunette and I like the blondes

The whole gang got talent, like what are the odds

I got a scope and it's looking like C.O.D

I got some 'Carti I'm feeling like god

I'm with my gang

I'm with the squad

Don't fuck by the dos cause I fuck by the quads

ZEEM never loving no broad

I seen him lacking the fuck is you on

Break the record I'm Lebron

Trying to copy my drip, but this one of one

Send me the 'addy I'm getting it done

Never move solo it's me and my gun

Got a stick and it's poking out

I took his bitch and she choking now

Used to be broke pockets swollen now

Call my blick the Death Note and I wrote you down

She ain't give a shit she all on me now

Banana, my clip hold a hundred round

(Yeah)

Like I'm chasing this cheddar

Flex the racks and I'm making her wetter

Ice on my so she came with a sweater

If she try to leave me I ain't going to sweat her

Cause ZEEM moving on for the better

Never been shit I break up in a letter

Stuck to my hip, this beretta

If she move wock I might think it's a set up

Hit from the back and I hit with my leg up

They said why you shoot em

That boy had me fed up

Knock him down that boy never going to get up

He came with a vest, but we shoot from the neck up

If I leave she'll be feening forever

Me and the gang be tweaking together

.223 it sit under the sweater

I fucked that bitch then I just had to dead her

Mix the perc and we tweaking forever

When I fuck I'ma beat it forever

Bitch I been getting my bread up

I don't talk to the police I'm getting my 'FED up