Yung Bans, XXXTENTACION, 03 Greedo - READY SET GO lyrics
Vas Coleman
XXXTENTACION [Jahseh Dwayne Ricardo Onfroy] Deerfield Beach, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yung Bans, XXXTENTACION, 03 Greedo - READY SET GO lyrics]
Ready, set, go (You have nine hundred
And thirty-seven messages)
03, Yung Bans on these hoes
(Goose with another one)
Ready, set, go we gon' get back on
03, Yung Bans on these hoes
Let these bitches know
Like ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, oh, ready, set, go
Yeah, diamonds on me white on
White like Ku Klux, yeah
I'm on house arrest, but I still blew up
Yeah, my watch, my chains, my
Rings cost a cool hundred, ayy
Bitch, I came from nothin'
Turned it into somethin', yeah
Turned it into somethin', huh, now
Your bitch is fuckin', ayy
Latenight bustin', uh, pussy wet, gushin'
Ooh me and Greedo stuntin', huh
Niggas lame, fuck 'em, uh
Strapped up, rubber, yeah
Draped in Undercover
Ready, set, go, Ksubi on my clothes
Balmain on my toes, I can't trust these hoes
I can't do these numbers
I can't trust these 304s
Mr 103, yeah, I'm from the West Coast
But I don't rep that shit
East Side, we Crippin', bitch
(Baby Loc) i can't touch this bitch
You should get tested, bitch
(Kitty too strong)
'Cause I smell that stench, yeah, bitch
I smell that stench (Gotta go)
Bitch, I'm on the mound
I'm just tryna make a pitch ready, set, go
I was in the club, VIP, went to his show
Say he like my flow
Told me I was ready, we should hit the studio
Grew up off the legends
Now I'm a legend for sure
Me and Yung Bans got that money but it's old
We can't trust these hoes
We can't trust these 304s
Ready, set, go, better use your feet, bitch
Use your tiptoes, bitch, go
Ready, set, go, go
Leave you 'til the sun out, do it at the show
Ready, bitch, go ready, set, go
Make that bitch pose mr 3-0
That's what she told hey, get it out the mud
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
(Ready, set, go)
I was just callin' you to let you
Know I'm finna do the song
Ayy, bruh, bruh, do it, do
It, and then call me, nigga
Alright, I got you
I'ma see you back in Miami alright, bro
Gang ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Wanna hear somethin' fire?
And thirty-seven messages)
03, Yung Bans on these hoes
(Goose with another one)
Ready, set, go we gon' get back on
03, Yung Bans on these hoes
Let these bitches know
Like ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, oh, ready, set, go
Yeah, diamonds on me white on
White like Ku Klux, yeah
I'm on house arrest, but I still blew up
Yeah, my watch, my chains, my
Rings cost a cool hundred, ayy
Bitch, I came from nothin'
Turned it into somethin', yeah
Turned it into somethin', huh, now
Your bitch is fuckin', ayy
Latenight bustin', uh, pussy wet, gushin'
Ooh me and Greedo stuntin', huh
Niggas lame, fuck 'em, uh
Strapped up, rubber, yeah
Draped in Undercover
Ready, set, go, Ksubi on my clothes
Balmain on my toes, I can't trust these hoes
I can't do these numbers
I can't trust these 304s
Mr 103, yeah, I'm from the West Coast
But I don't rep that shit
East Side, we Crippin', bitch
(Baby Loc) i can't touch this bitch
You should get tested, bitch
(Kitty too strong)
'Cause I smell that stench, yeah, bitch
I smell that stench (Gotta go)
Bitch, I'm on the mound
I'm just tryna make a pitch ready, set, go
I was in the club, VIP, went to his show
Say he like my flow
Told me I was ready, we should hit the studio
Grew up off the legends
Now I'm a legend for sure
Me and Yung Bans got that money but it's old
We can't trust these hoes
We can't trust these 304s
Ready, set, go, better use your feet, bitch
Use your tiptoes, bitch, go
Ready, set, go, go
Leave you 'til the sun out, do it at the show
Ready, bitch, go ready, set, go
Make that bitch pose mr 3-0
That's what she told hey, get it out the mud
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
(Ready, set, go)
I was just callin' you to let you
Know I'm finna do the song
Ayy, bruh, bruh, do it, do
It, and then call me, nigga
Alright, I got you
I'ma see you back in Miami alright, bro
Gang ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Wanna hear somethin' fire?