J.R. Writer - Already lyrics

[Verse 1: J.R. Writer] Hit the club, different kind of toy Bunch of sour in the air, middle finger to the boys The b**hes love how I'm living -- you annoyed? Leave them cowards over there; man, them n***as ain't employed I'm a boss, I ain't gotta talk How you puttin' on? Man, you need to knock it off I be in my zone while you feeling kinda lost Couple shots of the Patron got me feeling kinda sauced [Hook: J.R. Writer] So I'm ready; I been ready already Bunch of diamonds in the pink Prezi, all heavy You ain't know we get plenty, talk feti You just starting out, I been ready already Already already already Already already already You ain't know we get plenty, talk feti You just starting out, I been ready already [Verse 2: J.R. Writer] You ain't gotta give a f** that I'm nice, though Bad mami in the truck, Heights flow Don't know how I give it up, but your wife know I still got it on tuck, n***a -- lipo Sick with the rap tracks, this is a mismatch King of the crack raps, you n***as been wack Thing in the knapsack, don't get your wig cracked Gimme that that that -- come get your sh** back Where we at? All in, going all out Get to talking, that's because they all mouth Ask your b**h, she know what I'm all 'bout I'm so sick, n***a, I should call out Little Hennessey, different kind of energy Sicker with the punch, even sicker with similes Remember me? We gon' have to talk feti You can have that -- I done had it already [Hook] [Verse 3: Vado] You ain't gotta give a f**, but don't get indicted Got my bars up without a liquor license They hear them bars up, they like, this n***a writing Same b**hes have you starstruck, a n***a piping I'm at a table full of devils bacuto Gripping metal, single sipping with Uno sh** is pathetic -- n***as better than who, though? I'm living the legend I'm gonna be when I'm through, though Get 'em, yeah n***a let's get 'em Sic 'em, get the dogs to rip 'em The next bars, I did 'em You can't bullsh** him Would sport Jordans, Pippens around hood denim Quick to floss in an instant, send you off from a distance Bottom six inches, red alert like she mixing Get work, let's fix it, you all ready Speakers in the trunk, hear it knocking all heavy Vato [Hook]