Ready (Remix)

[Verse 1: Big Bank] Been had it, ain’t bragging We gettin’ money like Meech now I’m having more power than politics Fifty killers in each town Can’t even remember my first bitch Got turnt out by my first lick Man I got all my same partners I love my niggas, 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 pussy nigga 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 nigga disappear My granny always told me can’t live by fear If a nigga want smoke, this shit right here You really want smoke, this shit right here Keep throwing the rocks and hidin' your hand Nigga gon' get your wrist chopped Keep hiding, pussy nigga get your bitch popped Against all odds, Big Bank like you 2Pac Slime shit, triple cross is 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 shit thicker than gator mud She go to sleep and I creep out I got them birds and them beaks out Suck on my dog with his leash out 60k to get my teeth out I got some kush, pull the leaf out Couple bad bitches, we ready for ‘em My Rolex gold, I’m a leprechaun That shit ain’t right, that bitch 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 fucked up lil bitch, what it cost? Least gotta get a hundred P’s A hundred P’s I got to get ‘em I’m in the kitchen whipping up the babies Now my niggas and my bitches probably with 'em Nautical boat, riding with these choppers bitch Balenciaga’s bitch I’m allergic to seafood These little shrimps need to stop it bitch Yeah nigga aquafina And my boy got lots of ninas All my Rolex’s iced out, penguins Make these bitches suck up all the semens We on go, nigga stop it Swear I’ma hit like Stojaković My nigga put one in your dome with me We do it without using phones either My bitch so wet like she came off a boat And these niggas know I do genometry Call my bumble, babies squeeze me like sandwiches Put the whole dick up in her, she handle it I’ma take this bitch as far as it go Fuck around and you get found with the blow Showed a bitch 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 bitch 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 bitches was ready Chopper on side of me ready One in the head, that bitch ready Did you not think I was ready? I just told Ray this shit 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 nigga be ready [Verse 3: Trouble] We be like bitch I gotta get 100 P’s A hundred P’s, I got to get ‘em Give a fuck with my niggas then I dig ‘em One Uber ride, [?] nigga riding with ‘em 24 7, riding with this chopper bitch 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 bitches, 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 bitch she wanted me home with her Texting and talking on phones with her I fuck with you but the way a nigga fuck with you Make it seem like I don’t fuck 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 fuck is you ain’t on my mind When I just went and helped you go and flip a dime Why the fuck is these bitches ungrateful Must be doin’ some’ under the table [Verse 4: Young Dolph] All of my niggas they ready Y’all some pussys, you scary All on the internet telling Tryna have a real nigga jailing The shit ‘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 bitch 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 niggas they relate to that Any nigga that record when it’s time for gangster shit He the police And I fucked 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