Young Dolph - Really Ready lyrics

[Intro Sample: Terrence McKenna] "...it's about feeling. The combination of young people, d**, a fairly s**ually charged social environment, and syncopated music is just all designed to draw you into you and your friends and your scene, and your hood, and your place in the cosmos and not sell you out as a consumer to a Hollywood, or Manhattan-manufactured forms of entertainment.” [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I'm a real n***a, talking 'bout what I really have Cause I f**ed a n***a b**h, that's why he really mad Hit a n***a in his head, I be really glad Since the day I lost Dunk, I been really sad A n***a make a hit and dip, will he really last? A n***a say he hold you down but will he really blast? They say I'm worth fifteen M's but that ain't really sh** And I ain't content with what I got, got to be really rich Sold dope on the really, was broke on the really If you really wanna get it then you know I'm with it Really wanna go to war with me, not really You wanna get it then you gonna get it You worth a mill', not really really I ain't all in your business If it's not your girl not really really, then why is it hurting your feelings? [Hook (2x): Gucci Mane] My young n***as, they really ready Straps co*ked, out ready These rap n***as are really scary, talk loud but ain't ready We tote choppers like military, n***as gotta get pa**ed us Your girl with me, you real embarra**ed Damn I'm f**ing your marriage [Verse 2: Young Dolph] On the real these rappers p**y, nah really, straight up But meanwhile I'm in my traphouse, with 'bout six different flavors But f** that, let's get to it Took out my scale, broke down the bale, and my clientele ran straight through it Drinking mud, riding through the city, yup Selling P's out the coupe really, yup Paid fifteen K for my S.S. and invested another fifty, yup These rap n***as they don't wanna see me, nah Gotcha b**h with me taking off her draws Smoking weed and laughing, burning rubber while I'm running from the law Really, f** you n***a come get me I'm a Cashtank n***a and all we do is get money, you feel me? Know there's two Glock's with me, yup Got that boy Guwop with me, yup Downtown rooftop chilling, yup Quarter mill' on the floor, really [Hook] [Verse 3: Rulet 1017] n***a I'm bickin' back and I'm boolin' Drop the top, and then foolish Finessing game with your main b**h, now my pockets is stupid f** with Gucci, get you an issue You p**y soft, like tissue Hundred K'll get you knocked out Put me in the ring, get boxed out So I jump on the stage, get the team real hype Gucci throw a cup and the whole squad fight Bottles on me, so we pouring all night n***a get trippin', switch up, fight night I'm jumping out that coupe, I lost my damn roof Thank god that boy so fly, we don't need no parachute So I'm chasing after fix, squeezing on these triggers Bank account six figures, kick my feet up, Louie slippers Vacation in the Hampton's, rockstar Marilyn Manson All for that check, I hold a n***a ransom [Hook]