they ready

And you know it dont stop, grindin round that clock
Masterminding my second album, my first album just dropped
Scored a touchdown on my first down, niggas thought I was gon flop
See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops
And we still duckin cops, ride round and take shots
Hennessy for my enemies, niggas know Im takin they spot
Cause that score up on the play clock show just how I came from way back
Just like T-I-P told you ASAP but you niggas rappin like Aesop, Aesop
Get a grip! Oh thats your dream car? Nigga thats my old whip
Oh thats your dream girl? Nigga thats my old bitch
Oh thats your new flow? Nigga thats my old shit!
This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas
One for the money, two for the show
Three for them hoes saying anything goes
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever
I been around the world, twice to be exact
Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever
Shawty look what we got, my bass beat and it knock
Got the old school in my old school was to post up on yo block
Yo broad chose like she was sposed to and you up in arms cause she bopped
Cole I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop
So fuck these haters, fuck these hoes that aint slammin doors on they drop
Yall niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but Im not
So when it come to snappin, Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, yall pop
You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit, bitch wait til my album drop
Say thats yo new car? Nigga thats my old slab
Say thats yo new bitch ? Nigga thats my old stab
Oh thats yo new flow? That shit sound so trash
This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas
Hol up, but dont forget about Compton nigga
One for the money, two for the show
Three for no limit and the rest for death row
That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist shit I ever wrote
And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know
I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow
And I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute, and thats not the instrumental
Now pick up my coat
You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, Ill drag your ass to the floor
Bitch, I can admit, Im a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is
Telling the doctor Im sick, head doctor Im needing your lips, yea
Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I wont ignore it, clear
Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it thats when I switch gears
Living my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh
The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp til I break it, uh
Bitch Im demanding respect, these bitches is telling me take it
DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch aint no challenge
Aint it
One for the money, two for theshow
Three for them hoes saying anything goes
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever
I been around the world, twice to be exact
Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever