Ready (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Big Bank Black]
Duct Tape (Big Bank, yeah)
Shawty Fresh on the track (Remix)

[Verse 1: Big Bank Black & Young Thug]
Been had it, ain't braggin' (Been had this sh*t, n*gga)
We gettin' money like Meech now (Free Meech)
I'm having more power than politics (Yeah, yeah)
Fifty killers in each town (Big Bank, n*gga)
Can't even remember my first b*tch (Haha)
Got turnt out by my first lick (For real, though)
Man, I got all my same partners
I love my n*ggas, I'll never cross 'em
Whoever shot at Bank shouldn't have did that (Did that, n*gga)
I'ma send some shots where your kids at (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Big Bank came out the womb ready (Get ready, get ready)
Sweep these pussies, got my broom ready
Just bought a thirty for my 40, hundred-round for my chopper
Tell a pus*y n*gga go'n get ready
Strapped up right now, 40 in the booth with me
I ain't even trustin' my engineer
Might say, "Voilà," make a n*gga disappear
My granny always told me can't live by fear (Can't live by fear, n*gga)
If a n*gga want smoke, this sh*t right here
You really want smoke, this sh*t right here
Keep throwin' the rocks, hidin' your hand
n*gga, gon' get your wrist chopped (Hah)
Keep hidin', pus*y n*gga, get your b*tch popped (YSL, slime sh*t)
Against all odds, Big Bank think he 2Pac (Thugger, Thugger)
Slime sh*t, triple cross, that's how the crew rock (Triple cross)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I get involved so deeply (Wet)
I can't even get one of my feet out (Damn)
Boy, that sh*t thicker than gator mud (Hah)
She go to sleep and I creep out (Yee)
I got them birds and them beaks out (Brr)
Suck on my dog with his leash out
60K to get my teeth out (What?)
I got some kush, pull the leaf out (Hah, hah)
Couple bad b*tches, we ready for 'em (Ooh)
My Rollie gold, I'm a leprechaun (Woo)
That sh*t ain't right if they steppin' on (Yeah)
Got on ice, no pneumonia (And what?)
Came up on the corner (Hey)
I came up, I'm so honored (Yeah)
'Nother level ('Nother level)
70K for the show, check the schedule
And I'm f*cked up, lil' b*tch, what it cost?
P's, gotta get a hundred P's
A hundred P's, I gotta get 'em
I'm in the kitchen whippin' up the babies
Now my n*ggas and my b*tches ride with 'em
Nautical boat, ridin' with these choppers, b*tch (Yo)
Balenciaga, b*tch (Yo)
I'm allergic to seafood (Yo)
These lil' shrimps need to stop it, b*tch (Woo)
Yeah, n*gga, Aquafina
And my boy got lots of ninas
All my Rollies iced out, penguins (Ice)
Make these b*tches suck up all the semens
We on go, n*gga, stop it
Swear I'ma hit like Stojaković (Yeah)
My n*gga put one in your dome with me (Bah)
We do it without using phones, idiot (Fool)
My b*tch so wet like she came off a boat
And these n*ggas know I do genometry
Call me Obama, baby squeeze me like sandwiches
Put that whole di*k off in her, she handle it
I'ma take this b*tch as far as it go
f*ck around and you get found with the blow
Showed a b*tch a million cash like I know her
And if she try to take it, she gotta go
[Chorus: Trouble]
Can't get involved too deeply
Can't set myself up for letdowns (Letdowns)
Get on them bars, get sleepy (Sleep)
Grab a lil' b*tch and go lay her down (Lay her down)
Can't even remember my weekend (Can't even remember)
Barely can get up the next day (Next day)
All I know that I stay gettin' paid (All I know)
Chain on the floor by my Michael J's (All I know)
Couple lil' b*tches was ready
Chopper on side of me ready
One in the head, that b*tch ready
Did you not think I was ready?
I just told Ray this sh*t ready (Shawty Fresh)
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 n*gga, be ready

[Verse 3: Trouble]
We be like, b*tch, I gotta get a hundred P's
A hundred P's, I gotta get 'em
Give a f*ck what my n*ggas did done did
'Cause wrong or right, n*gga ridin' with 'em
24/7, ridin' with this chopper, b*tch (Ride, ride)
Ridin' with this chopper, yeah (Goin' far)
We can afford some problems, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I can afford some problems (Yeah, yeah)
Be the one, I'll lay you down (Be the one)
Bad b*tches, I just lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
No emotions, I can't play around (I can't play around)
Pop was gone, I made my way around
Through the city, money, gotta get it (Gotta get it)
Francis was out shootin' dice with me
My b*tch she wanted me home with her (Huh?)
Textin' her, talkin' on phones with her (What now?)
I f*ck with you, but the way a n*gga f*ck with you
Make it seem like I don't f*ck 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 f*ck is you ain't on my mind
When I just went and helped you go and flip a dime?
Why the f*ck is these b*tches ungrateful?
Must be doin' somethin' under the table
[Verse 4: Young Dolph]
All of my n*ggas, they ready (Yeah)
Y'all some pussies, you scary (pus*y)
All on the internet tellin' (What?)
Tryna have a real n*gga jailin' (Damn)
This sh*t 'round my neck so heavy (Woah)
I'ma keep drippin' sauce, spaghetti (Hey)
Oh, that why they mad, huh? (Hey, hey)
Don't like how I sag, huh? (Haha)
Pockets full of cash, huh? (Yeah)
Hit your b*tch from the back, huh? (Uh)
Skeeted in her face, yeah (Yeah)
I know that you hate that (Haha)
I'm sorry, I can't take it back
Real n*ggas, they relate to that (For real), ayy
Any n*gga that record when it's time for gangster sh*t, he the police (Facts)
And I f*cked your boss man baby mama same hotel for four weeks (Facts)
Never send a lil' boy to take care of grown man business (Uh-huh)
If I was you, I'd be mad at me too, so I ain't trippin' (For real), hah
Ridin' solo in a drop-top through the city
Hah, it's Dolph