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You're not ready for this 2016 Year of unknown, UK known Whatever the fuck you wanna call me In the trap with my celli Codeine, I'm steady Heart beating slow (slow) No, no, not ready (no) No, no, not ready (no) Made this money on my celli Made this money on my celli (yeah) Paper counting, yeah that fetty (yeah) In the trap with my celli (celli) Codeine, I'm steady (steady) Heart beating slow (slow) No, no, not ready (ready) Made this money on my celli (celli) Made this money on my celli (celli) Paper counting, yeah that fetty Paper counting, yeah that fetty (yeah) Water whipping with the wrist (wrist) Drop a brick, flip it quick (flip it!) Poured a 4 in my Sprite (yeah) Now you bitches want my dick (want my dick) In the bandeau hit and lick Got a house up on my wrist Popping bottles yeah that crisp Popping bottles yeah that crisp Turned a quarter to an ounce Turn that ounce into a pound Bitches up on me now Yeah, they want it in their mouth Brown boy tryna south Keep that gold up in my mouth Keep that gold up in my mouth Keep that gold up in my mouth In the trap with my celli And I'm smoking on that Mary Arms so wavy like a ferry Paper counting yeah that fetty Blow sweet like a cherry I'm next you're not ready I'm next you're not ready I'm next you're not ready In the trap with my celli Codeine, I'm steady Heart beating slow No, no, not ready (ready) Made this money on my celli Paper counting, yeah that fetty Paper counting, yeah that fetty Paper counting, yeah that fetty In the trap with my celli Codeine, I'm ready Heart beating slow No, no, not ready (no) Made this money on my celli Made this money on my celli Paper counting, yeah that fetty Paper counting, yeah that fetty Yuh I'm done Game over I'll be back again soon guys Yeah Shoutout to Jamie Shoutout to Liam Shoutout to myself 'cause I'm fucking sick Shout me out