Are Ya Ready? Lyrics

With E lova we done off the migos

Shawty tryna act bad in them cheap clothes

All in her mouth she said she like to deep throat

On her face it shot out like a free throw

Freaky, That's my other name

I can F*ck with shawty if she lame

If you can ride the D*ck then you could ride the train

Disrespectful what you gotta say?

F*ck that changing the discussion

I get benty geekin in the function

If you not one of mines you cannot puff this

Don't try to pull up on me on some tuff shit

'Cus you buff I ain't finna duck sh*t

Back out the knock and make a ni**a run quick

Said it's lit? So wassup then, pull up outside and watch how this get done quick

Let me chill out and keep this sh*t simple

I ain't done it's still sh*t on my mental

Smokin and sippin dealin with my issues

Shawty keep texting me on some I miss you

How I'm talking I don't gotta diss you

Pull up on me with scap and ima rip you

On a good night I might blitz you

And I'm with ddot swervin in that rental

Beatin on ni**as for fun 'cus I'm onnat

Ni**a said they did what that was all cap

Pull up on me I bet I push your thoughts back

Ni**as movin like they can't get gone fast

Neva F*ck with a th*t 'cus it won't last

In the v getting head hope I don't crash

Smokin good gas

If I spin through your block up on hots then you know it's gon be bad

To the top I won't stop till I'm rich

Talkin sh*t get you knocked out your kicks

In the v on your strip you don't know 'cus the tints

Come outside it's 'gon be a new spliff

B*tch I tired of ni**as thinking they the sh*t

'Till they lack and end up getting hit

Now he hurt in the E.R crying catching fits

Glah, S*ck My D*ck!

I ain't done what ya thought it ain't over

'Bout to carry this beat on my shoulder

Beat on that ni**a fold him like a folder

We 'gon film him give him the exposure

Media beef is wack we getting older

And the streets is getting even colder

If your shawty loyal better hold her

She think you nothing so you gotta show her

But you know I'm DTB I ain't jackin it

B**ches only jack you if you clappin sh*t

Don't get me tight for I black and start packin sh*t

You could get beat if you tryna to react to it

On the 'gram the boys really trackin sh*t

Postin your knock I prefer you retract it quick

Why they suckin d*ck?

'Cus they know we outside in the summer and know that we make it lit

Like damn let me sit back

Smacked off the za don't got no time for chit chats

If he talking hot we push his sh*t back

Call up your man's and tell them ni**as get back

Got the knock so all you hear is Click Clack

Ran out his shoes he needa get his kicks back

Doing bad you need to get your lick back

Tired of ni**as dropping all these diss tracks…

'Cus that sh*t wack!