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Ready Or Not
Fukkit, Dutchman
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Shut up
Come up
Haha
Okay
Okay
Okay
Yeah, yeah
Big Boy Trap
Yeah
These days I don't care if you like me or not
Hit the bar like it's 21, man, that's a lot
Money bag on the nap, that's the way that we rock
And I been top dog, got a shot like J-Rock
It's a kick in the stock, my opponent can't doubt
Make your bitch drop top while I ride with no top on my side
Is you ready or not?
Cartier frames to get fetty or not
Roddy Ricch, get your head out the box
They wanna kick it, you still rocking them Crocs
I told this bitch to leave the tip at the top
Creme of the crop with the gang like it's Wu-Tang
Running up numbers, that shit ain't a new thing
Running with your bitch, uh, that's my new thing
Tints on the whip, it's all black like Bruce Wayne
Opps in the way, wrap 'em up like a bonnet
Plague on my body, it's like a bubonic
Bitch, give me space, I'm too fly like a comet
Blowing that mid 'cause you can't afford chronic
Boy drop a coin when it hit like Sonic
It's a little too much drip on this one
'Bout to go and fuck your mama like a stepson
Bend it over, let it hit like I lit one
If it's shrooms, all cap, let me lick one
Make you sad 'cause you can't impress
It's okay, boy, you tried your best
Put my dick in her lips, digest
Why the talk? What you want? Say less
Kinda broke, you so caught, pay less
You niggas say they hard but they won't confess
Too high on the top, gotta watch my step
Bitch walk off the bus then she might be next
Think they be cribs, not complex
I gotta make you stretch like long legs
Eat your bitch, that's a wrong sex
The zeros in my check, that's a long list
Long neck, give me throat 'til it spit up
Hit you in the abs, oh, like a sit-up
All these rap actors in they getups
Not surprised that they knew ways to get up
Knock him out, now he cold, man, get up
Got the heat so this pressure won't let up
And I been too sick for a checkup
Spending cash, man, they won't even check us
Opps in the way, wrap 'em up like a bonnet
Plague on my body, it's like a bubonic
Bitch, give me space, I'm too fly like a comet
Blowing that mid 'cause you can't afford chronic
Boy drop a coin when it hit like Sonic
Uh, yeah
Now y'all done provoked him to go on a tear
Thought that I told you quit poking the bear
Then got in my zone, I ain't bowling to spare
Got no cojones? Then grow you a pair
Bought her some roses, she don't even care
All in her throat and I hold in her hair
Yeah
Know y'all gonna choke if it's smoke in the air
Was caught in the moment when no one was there
All you need now is rope and a chair
Yeah, glow like a flare
Yeah, yeah, glow like a flare
Yeah, yeah, ho, I'm a player
So right for it, no sign of wait
Woah, whistle a tune, now here come the boom
Kick that kablam like Amy and June
Squeeze it and bam, an empty balloon
So please understand and give me some room
Speak on the fam, we send a platoon
Tell me what that's about, uh
You know what happens when you assume
Niggas is ashed out, uh
I say fuck it, call up, fuck it all or nothing, uh
Opps in the way, wrap 'em up like a onyx
Honest mistake, pass the buck like Giannis
Damn, yeah
Got the fly investment on production, huh
Always seem to press the right button for combustion, huh
Snug, bitch
Opps in the way, wrap 'em up like a bonnet
Plague on my body, it's like a bubonic
Bitch, give me space, I'm too fly like a comet
Blowing that mid 'cause you can't afford chronic
Boy drop a coin when it hit like Sonic