Ready (Remix)

[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 shit, nigga)

We gettin' money like Meech now (Free Meech)

I'm having more power than politics (Yeah, yeah)

Fifty killers in each town (Big Bank, nigga)

Can't even remember my first bitch (Haha)

Got turnt out by my first lick (For real, though)

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 (Did that, nigga)

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 pussy nigga 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 nigga disappear

My granny always told me can't live by fear (Can't live by fear, nigga)

If a nigga want smoke, this shit right here

You really want smoke, this shit right here

Keep throwin' the rocks, hidin' your hand

Nigga, gon' get your wrist chopped (Hah)

Keep hidin', pussy nigga, get your bitch popped (YSL, slime shit)

Against all odds, Big Bank think he 2Pac (Thugger, Thugger)

Slime shit, 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 shit 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 bitches, we ready for 'em (Ooh)

My Rollie gold, I'm a leprechaun (Woo)

That shit 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 fucked up, lil' bitch, 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 niggas and my bitches ride with 'em

Nautical boat, ridin' with these choppers, bitch (Yo)

Balenciaga, bitch (Yo)

I'm allergic to seafood (Yo)

These lil' shrimps need to stop it, bitch (Woo)

Yeah, nigga, Aquafina

And my boy got lots of ninas

All my Rollies iced out, penguins (Ice)

Make these bitches suck up all the semens

We on go, nigga, stop it

Swear I'ma hit like Stojaković (Yeah)

My nigga put one in your dome with me (Bah)

We do it without using phones, idiot (Fool)

My bitch so wet like she came off a boat

And these niggas know I do genometry

Call me Obama, baby squeeze me like sandwiches

Put that whole dick off 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 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' bitch 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' 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 (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 nigga, be ready

[Verse 3: Trouble]

We be like, bitch, I gotta get a hundred P's

A hundred P's, I gotta get 'em

Give a fuck what my niggas did done did

'Cause wrong or right, nigga ridin' with 'em

24/7, ridin' with this chopper, bitch (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 bitches, 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 bitch she wanted me home with her (Huh?)

Textin' her, talkin' on phones with her (What now?)

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' somethin' under the table

[Verse 4: Young Dolph]

All of my niggas, they ready (Yeah)

Y'all some pussies, you scary (Pussy)

All on the internet tellin' (What?)

Tryna have a real nigga jailin' (Damn)

This shit '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 bitch 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 niggas, they relate to that (For real), ayy

Any nigga that record when it's time for gangster shit, he the police (Facts)

And I fucked 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