I’m Ready lyrics

[Intro: Ken Carson]
(Nah, he ain't—, he's not even Teen X, f*ck him)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Damn, Trgc made that?)

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Most of these n*ggas, huh, they ain't ready, uh-huh, uh
These n*ggas ain't ready, uh, know they ain't ready
None of these n*ggas are ready, uh, nah, they ain't ready, uh, uh
None of these n*ggas are ready, uh, nah, they ain't ready, uh, uh
Shawty gave me that head, she slurp it up just like spaghetti, uh, uh
Shawty gave me that head, she slurp it up just like spaghetti, uh, uh
n*ggas ain't ready, uh, uh, n*ggas ain't ready, uh, uh
You n*ggas ain't ready, uh, uh, you n*ggas ain't ready

[Post-Chorus: Ken Carson]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
You n*ggas ain't ready
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm way ahead
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I took off in that sled
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm ready to slide again
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
The opps, they hidin' again
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Me and my gang, outside again
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Bet you won't try it again
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Bet you won't try it, lil' b*tch, we ready
[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
Count hundreds, my pockets get heavy
I'm smokin' this gas, it's Unleaded
I'm gettin' way too high off these meds, I just might overdose, call paramedics
He keep talkin' 'bout what they said, but them n*ggas ain't on that sh*t, I'd bet it
I go from sober to high in a second
Pop a G5, smoke some za, this not Reggie
I'm with my gang like Ed, Edd n Eddy
They lookin' my name up on Reddit
f*ck this first-class sh*t, I'm 'bout to jet it
Ain't got no time, I leave when I'm ready
My white b*tch, she fine, she give me that Becky
I ain't wastin' no time with that ho, yeah I'm ready
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, b*tch, I'm ready
Chopstick leave a f*ck n*gga red, just like spaghetti (Yeah)
When I'm rockin' YSL, lil' b*tch, this sh*t here heavy
Yeah, got this freak ass b*tch, she ridin', yeah, that lil' ho ready
Yeah, said she see me in her dreams, dawg, yeah, she callin' me Freddy, yeah
I'm in the Trackhawk Jeep and it's geeked up, b*tch, that lil' ho ready
Yeah and my n*gga keep spinnin' the opp block but guess they ain't gettin' the message, yeah
Damn, I keep gettin' too damn fly, rock Balenci' and the Vete, yeah
Damn, I keep gettin' too damn high, it's purple, pink smoke hefty, yeah
When I f*ck that b*tch, it's "hi" and "bye," got money on my schedule, yeah
Givenchy my shoes and my tee, lil' b*tch, hell nah, we ain't rockin' Giuseppe, yeah
I put my ho in that lil' Celine sh*t, made that b*tch get fresher, yeah
These n*ggas smokin' on gas, yeah, we smokin' on opps and pressure, damn
n*gga want try the O,' I bet he leave here on a stretcher, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, I took that ho and I stretched her
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Those them n*ggas, they broke and they sad, yeah, them n*ggas not gettin' no funds, yeah
I was just hittin' this ratchet ho and I let her play with my gun
[Outro: Ken Carson]
Yeah, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready