Ready - Lil Baby, Gunna

Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Phillies

Drip-drippin' sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)

Bet that mink came to the floor when it’s chilly

I got 3 big booty broads at the telly (The telly)

And they know from the start who was ready

I can’t fuck with none of y’all niggas, y’all disgust me

When you with your maggot ass friends, don’t discuss me

FN with extended clip, I hope don’t try to rush me

I hear 'em sayin' such and such, a nigga ain’t gon' touch me

Big body Benz, remember, I used to be dusty

Now I want my money, all hunnids, in a rush please

I was selling weed when they came out with White Tee'

Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white-tee

Whole hood poppin', other niggas that don’t like me

Made her eat if you know she told her friend 'He gon' wife me'

All my niggas thoroughbred, I don’t fuck with cross breeds

Free all of the bros down the road, and on Rice Street

In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt skrrt)

Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi')

Mother fuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)

Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly’s

Drip-drippin' sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)

Bet that mink came to the floor when it’s chilly

I got 3 big booty broads at the telly (The telly)

And they know from the start who was ready

Pull some fine bitches in Margiellys (Margiellys)

Two new glass tinted, these baguettys

Ain’t gonna bash you bitches, I ain’t petty

Just know we fuckin', we ain’t goin' steady (Goin' steady)

I don’t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more addys)

I ain’t have no kid, but I’m her daddy (I'm her daddy)

Better shake her ass like it’s 'Magic' (Like it’s 'Magic')

20's in my pocket look like cabbage

Carats everywhere, I’m a rabbit (I'm a rabbit)

I ain’t Shawty Lo, pop a Xanny

We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)

On my fuckin' gold I can’t panic

In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt skrrt)

Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi')

Mother fuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)

Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly’s

Drip-drippin' sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)

Bet that mink came to the floor when it’s chilly (It's chilly)

I got 3 big booty broads at the telly (The telly)

And they know from the start who was ready

Money conversations, check my phone, sweet

I buy Dolce and Gabbana, Chanel, Armani, straight

Supermodel, her body gon' be me entree

I been runnin’with hitters, my youngins gun-sling

Cars of the day, brand new Wraith

My life’s her goal, mines ain’t straight

Bills ain’t late, paid no notes

I ain’t no joke

They want smoke

We exotic, shawty ride

We gon' ride

223, jakes outside

We don’t get tired

We gon' ride