Ready (Feat. Gunna)

Metro Boomin want some more nigga In that fast thing, speedin' through the city Skrrt skrrt Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' Dash digi' Mother fuck the fame, all my niggas litty Lit Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Phillies Drip-drippin' sauce like I'm chili Sauce Bet that mink came to the floor when it's chilly I got 3 big booty broads at the telly The telly And they know from the start who was ready I can't fuck with none of y'all niggas, y'all disgust me When you with your maggot ass friends, don't discuss me FN with extended clip, I hope don't try to rush me I hear 'em sayin' such and such, a nigga ain't gon' touch me Big body Benz, remember, I used to be dusty Now I want my money, all hunnids, in a rush please I was selling weed when they came out with White Tee' Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white-tee Whole hood poppin', other niggas that don't like me Made her eat if you know she told her friend 'He gon' wife me' All my niggas thoroughbred, I don't fuck with cross breeds Free all of the bros down the road, and on Rice Street In that fast thing, speedin' through the city Skrrt skrrt Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' Dash digi' Mother fuck the fame, all my niggas litty Lit Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly's Drip-drippin' sauce like I'm chili Sauce Bet that mink came to the floor when it's chilly I got 3 big booty broads at the telly The telly And they know from the start who was ready Pull some fine bitches in Margiellys Margiellys Two new glass tinted, these baguettys Ain't gonna bash you bitches, I ain't petty Just know we fuckin', we ain't goin' steady Goin' steady I don't wanna sleep, I need more Addys Need more addys I ain't have no kid, but I'm her daddy I'm her daddy Better shake her ass like it's 'Magic' Like it's 'Magic' 20's in my pocket look like cabbage Carats everywhere, I'm a rabbit I'm a rabbit I ain't Shawty Lo, pop a Xanny We was taught to go, keep that cannon That cannon On my fuckin' gold I can't panic In that fast thing, speedin' through the city Skrrt skrrt Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' Dash digi' Mother fuck the fame, all my niggas litty Lit Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly's Drip-drippin' sauce like I'm chili Sauce Bet that mink came to the floor when it's chilly It's chilly I got 3 big booty broads at the telly The telly And they know from the start who was ready Money conversations, check my phone, sweet I buy Dolce and Gabbana, Chanel, Armani, straight Supermodel, her body gon' be me entree I been runnin'with hitters, my youngins gun-sling Cars of the day, brand new Wraith My life's her goal, mines ain't straight Bills ain't late, paid no notes I ain't no joke They want smoke We exotic, shawty ride We gon' ride 223, jakes outside We don't get tired We gon' ride