NateDrizzy - He Aint Ready (Jay Walls Diss) lyrics

(Intro) He Ain't Ready (Hook) This kid comin at me like (he ain't ready) He tryna rap batttle me like (he ain't ready) He wanna come at us like (he ain't ready) He ain't ready, he ain't ready He ain't ready for my squad (he ain't ready) He still think he mad nice (he ain't ready) He got me started like (he ain't ready) He ain't ready, he ain't ready (Verse) This n***a comin at me saying he wanna rap But hes the one who yah should be calling wack Im tryna do my own thing, but this n***a is in my way Hes the one who made a song called "Bag of Money" Like you should not be talkin, you get no cash I make so much money, you can call me f**ing flash This n***a black as hell, but wait I can't see him This is like a video game, you should just press sim Because at the end of the day, I still won Back to the money, wait you make none Im still tryna figure out, why you challenged me Hes attacted to me, like a f**ing flea But you ain't really want it, cause you ain't ready n***a you soft as hell, I call you a teddy Making remakes to stuff people already made Come on guy, n***a thats really f**ing lame Like do stuff on your own, dont need nobody Shootin 3 pointers on ppl, like my n***a Scottie...Pipen I f**ed his b**h so hard, I got that b**h shiftin My n***a, please stop, just f**ing go home First go to the store and buy a f**ing comb Your hair is f**ing nappy, nappier than f**ing peas Just do somethin about it, like come on please And when you take a shower, that doesnt mean febreeze Anyways back to the topic, I mean f**ing p**y Wait also, your eyebrows are mad f**ing bushy You cannot rap, you dont compare to me Your so terrible, your lyrics ran away free Truthfully this is somethin lite, you dont really want it If I was in your spot, you might as well quit Im not gonna rap battle, this piece of sh** Ohh you got me started, like some Real n***a sh** You some wack a** lame a** p**y n***a If I wanted to murder you i really would do it But this 1 song, and already doing it Ha you mad, I dont really f**ing care You ain't scared, n***a Im your f**ing biggest fear Im really done with you, you truly f**ing s** You think you gonna win, haha good luck You made a f**ing remake of work hard, play hard The title name should be, work hard, pray hard Cause you gon need some praying, praying to f**ing win You tryna rap tho, throw it in a f**ing bin Just hop in the whip, imma take you for a spin Ha....... ......... Im not done with you, you thought I was done Sike, but truly I think I f**ing won You making songs with no lyrics to them Imma break you apart, like a f**ing leaf stem Ha, you ain't ready for this rap game Your rap name, is your f**ing real name.... (Outro) Lets get it Ohh I k**ed this mans You ain't ready