They Ready — текст песни

And you know it don’t stop, grindin' 'round that clock

Masterminding my second album, my first album just dropped

Scored a touchdown on my first down, niggas thought I was gon' flop

See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops

And we still duckin' cops, ride around and take shots

Hennessy for my enemies, niggas know I’m takin' they spot

'Cause that score up on the play clock show just how I came from way back

Just like T-I-P told you — ASAP; but you niggas rappin' like Aesop, Aesop

Get a grip!

Oh that’s your dream car? Nigga that’s my old whip

Oh that’s your dream girl? Nigga that’s my old bitch

Oh that’s your new flow? Nigga that’s my old shit!

This that new K.R.I.T. shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas

One for the money, two for the show

Three for them hoes saying anything goes

They say they ready for whatever!

They say they ready for whatever

I been around the world, twice to be exact

Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back

They say they ready for whatever!

They say they ready for whatever

Young Krizzle

Shawty look what we got, my bass beat and it knock

Got the old school in my old school was to post up on yo block

Yo broad chose like she was s’posed to and you up in arms 'cause she bopped

Cole I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop

So fuck these haters, fuck these hoes that ain’t slammin' doors on they drop

Y’all niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I’m not

So when it come to snappin', Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y’all pop

You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit? Bitch, wait 'til my album drop

Say that’s yo new car? Nigga that’s my old slab

Say that’s yo new bitch? Nigga that’s my old stab

Oh that’s yo new flow? That shit sound so trash

This that new K.R.I.T. shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas

Hol' up… but don’t forget about Compton, nigga!

One for the money, two for the show

Three for No Limit and the rest for Death Row

That means I been 'bout it 'bout it and this is the realest shit I ever wrote

And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know

I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow

And I hope that my dick is a whistling flute, and that’s not the instrumental

Now pick up my coat

You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, I’ll drag your ass to the floor

Bitch, I can admit, I’m a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is

Telling the doctor I’m sick, head doctor I’m needing your lips, yeah

Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I won’t ignore it, clear

Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it that’s when I switch gears

Living my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh

The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp 'til I break it, uh

Bitch I’m demanding respect, these bitches is telling me take it

DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch ain’t no challenge

Ain’t it?

One for the money, two for the show

Three for them hoes saying anything goes

They say they ready for whatever!

They say they ready for whatever

I been around the world, twice to be exact

Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back

They say they ready for whatever!

They say they ready for whatever