Ready

Lil cuz just got him a job at Lids, he tryna go catch him a hat
Don’t try to run, yo' ass gettin' hawked like Trae Young
Ricky get, nigga ass getting gone, get buried in an Apple shirt
His ass getting hit with a Mac
Nigga, them Glocks came with a U-Haul, that bitch got a box attached
Nigga, don’t hit my phone asking me where I’m at
You already know where I’m at
I almost nutted but I had to switch positions
That bitch kept throwing it back
Glock with a dick, you better not reach for the chain
Or that bitch gon' bust like a Trojan pack
Come on the Souf and ask about Lu Jimmy
They gon' tell you he overactin'
I’m this shit, go get in the field, I ain’t responding diss
Hit, neighbors like, "What that was?"
That’s a fuckin' switch
Nigga send shots like doctors 'til my young spinna
Come mask up like he sick
Why you mad 'bout a bitch? Man, that hoe for dick
Keep a Glock 'cause I know niggas watching like a wrist
Just like Enterprise, a young nigga been through a lot of shit
In this diss, I’m with a janitor, we ridin' with mops and shit
Don’t be in yo' feelings 'bout a bitch, yo' ass betta stop that shit
Two-tone Rocket chain from Wafi, these diamonds hittin', huh
Think that switch came with a bad speech, that bitch be hittin', huh
They said Jimmy been him, brah, I been one
Drop that low just like a washing machine, go spin some

Huh, uh huh, huh
Man, these niggas hiding like Perry the Platypus
Bro throw that mask on like Jim Carrey
We just fucking, huh, don’t think we all in, we ain’t going steady
Glock on me, I’m dat ready
Fucked ha friend, I’m dat petty
You in dat field, better be ready
Get dat low, bro, you ready
Dem niggas ain’t drop dat low, dey ain’t ready
I sent dat low to the hoe, she ready
Shoot at his top, look like spaghetti
Young knight strapped like Tommy Vercetti
We bring Glocks to the party, we the one leave shit hot, no Nelly

If I call you my bro or call you my fam, I gotcha
These niggas love talking on that web, these niggas like Peter Parker
Nigga, I put dat shit on every day, I’m drippin' sauce like tartar
Lil' cuz love them switches, but he want dat Drac 'cause it hit harder
Bro said he gotta go to court, ain’t talkin' 'bout Vince Carter
Thick bitch with a nice ass, dat hoe gettin' bussed like Marta
Ain’t second strings, everybody 'round me some fuckin' starters
Everybody 'round 'em totin' a cutter, everybody 'round me some fucking barbers
They be sayin', "Jimmy, chill," but niggas keep on hating and dissing
I know you tender 'bout dat hoe, keep on talking, ima have ha missin'
John Madden where I’m from, drop dat low and them spinnas blitzing
Rocket on me, better not reach for this Rocket pendant or I’m hittin'

Huh, uh huh, huh
Man, these niggas hiding like Perry the Platypus
Bro throw that mask on like Jim Carrey
We just fucking, huh, don’t think we all in, we ain’t going steady
Glock on me, I’m dat ready
Fucked ha friend, I’m dat petty
You in dat field, better be ready
Get dat low, bro, you ready
Dem niggas ain’t drop dat low, dey ain’t ready
I sent dat low to the hoe, she ready
Shoot at his top, look like spaghetti
Young knight strapped like Tommy Vercetti
We bring Glocks to the party, we the one leave shit hot, no Nelly