Young Dolph - Ready (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Bank] Been had it, ain't bragging We gettin' money like Meech now I'm having more power than politics Fifty k**ers in each town Can't even remember my first b**h Got turnt out by my first lick Man I got all my same partners I love my n***as, I'll never cross ‘em Whoever shot at Bank shouldn't have did that I'ma send some shots where your kids at Big Bank came out the womb with it See these pussies, got my bloom ready Just bought a 30 for my 40 hundred round For my choppers, tell a p**y n***a go'n get ready Strapped up right now, 40 in the booth with me I ain't even trusting my engineer Might say ‘voila', make a n***a disappear My granny always told me can't live by fear If a n***a want smoke, this sh** right here You really want smoke, this sh** right here Keep throwing rocks and hide your hand Get your wrist chopped Keep hiding, p**y n***a get your b**h [?] Getting [?], Big Bank like you 2Pac Slime sh**, you was [?] how the crew rock [Verse 2: Young Thug] I get involved so deeply I can't even get one of my feet out Boy that sh** thicker than gator mud She go to sleep and I creep out I got them birds and them becks out s** on my dog with his leash out 60k to get my teeth out I got some kush, pull the leaf out Couple bad b**hes, we ready for ‘em My Rolex gold, I'm a leprechaun That sh** ain't right, that b**h stepping on Got on ice, no pneumonia Came up on the corner I came up I'm so honoured Another level 70k for the show, check the schedule Hear ‘em f**ed up lil b**h, what it cost? Least gotta get a hundred P's n***a a hundred P's I got to get ‘em I'm in the kitchen whipping up the babies Now my n***as and my b**hes probably with 'em Nautical boat, riding with these choppers b**h Balenciaga's b**h I'm allergic to seafood These little shrimps need to stop it b**h Yeah n***a aquafina And my boy got lots of ninas All my Rolex's iced out, penguins Make these b**hes s** up all the semens We on go, n***a stop it Swear I'ma hit like Stojaković My n***a put one in your dome with me We do it without using phones either My b**h so wet like she came off a boat And these n***as know I do genometry Call my bumble, babies squeeze me like sandwiches Put the whole dick up in her, she handle me I'ma take this b**h as far as it go f** around and you get found with the blow Showed a b**h a million K like I know And if she try to take it she got to go [Hook: Trouble] Can't get involved too deeply Can't set myself up for letdowns Get on them bars, get sleepy Grab a lil b**h and go lay her down Can't even remember my weekend Barely can get up the next day All I know that I stay getting paid Chain on the floor while my Michael Jays Couple lil b**hes was ready Chopper on side of me ready One in the head, that b**h ready Did you not think I was ready? I just told Ray this sh** ready Got to go'n push it on out to the block Got to go'n push it on out to the street Whatever, do it heavy, young n***a be ready [Verse 3: Trouble] We be like b**h I gotta get 100 P's A hundred P's, I got to get ‘em Give a f** with my n***as then I dig ‘em One Uber ride, [?] n***a riding with ‘em 24 7, riding with this chopper b**h Riding with this chopper, yeah We can afford some problems, yeah I can afford some problems Be the one, I'll lay it down Bad b**hes, I just lay ‘em down No emotions, I can't play around Pop was gone, I made my way around Through the city, money got to get it Francis was out shooting dice with me My b**h she wanted me home with her Texting and talking on phones with her I f** with you but the way a n***a f** with you Make it seem like I don't f** with you I don't hit your phone all the time You say it make you feel like you ain't on my mind How the f** is you ain't on my mind When I just went and helped you go and flip a dime Why the f** is these b**hes ungrateful Must be doin' some' under the table [Verse 4: Young Dolph] All of my n***as they ready Y'all some p**ys, you scary All on the internet telling Tryna have a real n***a jailing The sh** ‘round my neck so heavy I'ma keep drippin' sauce spaghetti Oh that why they mad huh Don't like how I sag huh Pockets full of cash huh Hit your b**h from the back huh Skeeted in her face yeah I know that you hate that I'm sorry, I can't take it back Real n***as they relate to that Any n***a that record when it's time for gangster sh** He the police And I f**ed your boss man's baby mama Same hotel for four weeks Never sent a lil boy to take care of grown man business If I was you I'd be mad at me too so I ain't trippin' Ridin' solo in a drop top through the city Hah, it's Dolph