DJ Khaled, J.Cole, Big K.R.I.T., Kendrick Lamar - They Ready lyrics

DJ Khaled

And you know it don't 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, ha
And we still duckin' cops
Ride around and take shots
Hennessy for my enemies
Niggas know I'm takin' they spot
'Cause that score up on the play clock show
Just how I came from way back
Just like T-IP told you ASAP but
You niggas rappin' like Aesop, Aesop
Get a grip!

Oh that's your dream car? Nigga
That's my old whip
Oh that's your dream girl? Nigga
That's my old bitch
Oh that's your new flow? Nigga
That's 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! Ha
They say they ready for whatever

Yuh, yuh, Young Krizzle
Shawty look what we got (we got)
My bass beat and it knock (It knock)
Got the old school in my old school
Was to post up on your block (Your block)
Yo broad chose like she was s'posed to and
You up in arms 'cause she bopped
(She bopped)
Cole I hate to say it but I got to
Say that I wish that they would just stop
(Whoa) so fuck these haters
Fuck these hoes that ain't slammin'
Doors on they drop (Whoa)
Y'all niggas too young to remember how
To the South used to be, but I'm not
(Whoa) so when it come to
Snappin', Cadillacs
SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y'all pop
(Whoa) you thought Krit Wuz Here and
R4 were the shit? Bitch
Wait 'til my album drop (Get 'em girls)

Say that's your new car? Nigga
That's my old slab
Say that's your new bitch? Nigga
That's my old stab
Oh that's yo new flow? That
Shit sound so trash
This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit
Them country niggas

Hol' upbut don't 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 realest 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 whistling flute
And that's not the instrumental
Now pick up my coat
You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul
I'll drag your ass to the floor
Bitch, I can admit, I'm a recovered addict
Paraphernalia that is
Telling the doctor I'm sick, head
Doctor, I'm needing your lips, yeah
Proper analogy for it, if I can afford
It, then I won't ignore it, clear
Cop me a palace and Porsche and
Right, when I floor it
That's when I switch gears
Living my life on Uranus, ugh, keeping
One foot in your anus, ugh
The other foot all on your neck
Repeatedly stomp 'til I break it, ugh
Bitch I'm demanding respect, these
Bitches is telling me, "Take it"
DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the
Torch ain't no challenge, ain't it? Ooh
Huhuhu

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! Ha
They say they ready for whatever