Lil Baby, Gunna - Ready lyrics

Lil Baby Gunna

Lil Baby [Dominique Armani Jones] 4PF [Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.] 🇺🇸

Gunna [Sergio Giavanni Kitchens] College Park, Georgia, U.S

[Lil Baby, Gunna - Ready lyrics]

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

In that fast thing
Speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi'
(Dash digi')
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty
(Lit) backwood to the face
I don't smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the
Floor when it's chilly (It's chilly)
I got three 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 them try to rush me


I hear 'em sayin' such and such
A nigga ain't gon' touch me
Big body Benz, 'member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all
Hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin' weed when they
Came out with White T
Now I put a whole half a
Ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin', other niggas
They don't like me
Made her eat it up, she told her friend
"He gon' wife me"
All my niggas thoroughbred
I don't fuck with crossbreeds
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')
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty
(Lit) backwood to the face
I don't smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the
Floor when it's chilly (It's chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly
(The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready
(Ready)

Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y's
(Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y's
(Baguette-y)
Ain't gon' bash you bitches, I ain't petty
(Nah) just know we fuckin'
We ain't goin' steady (Goin' steady)
I don't wanna sleep, I need more Addys
(Need more Addy)
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)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage
(yeah) carats everywhere, I'm a rabbit
(I'm a rabbit)
I ain't Shawty Lo, but what's happenin'?
(What's happenin'?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon
(That cannon)
I'm on fuckin go, I can't panic
(I can't panic)

In that fast thing
Speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi'
(Dash digi')
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty
(Lit) backwood to the face
I don't smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the
Floor when it's chilly (It's chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly
(The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel a month straight
Supermodel, her body gon' be my entree
I been runnin' with hitters
My youngins gun slang
Cars up to date, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain't straight
Bills ain't late, paid no notes
I ain't no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon' ride
223's, drakes outside
We don't get tired, we gon' die

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