READY (feat. Latto)

Yeah
(Tre Trax, I think we got one)
Latto let 'em know
These bitches ain't really like that
(It's Trax season, bruh)

I'm on stage wit' it in my purse
A bitch play, put her in a hurst
Put her on a shirt, check a bitch like a clerk
And I almost ride it better than my verse, yeah

(I'm on stage wit' it in my purse)
(A bitch play, put her in a hurst)
(Put her on a shirt, check a bitch like a clerk)
(And I almost ride it better than my verse, yeah)

Bitch, I really rap, put my city on the map
Say it wit' yo chest so they can aim right where yo' titties at
Half these bitches rappin' really wack, I ain't no fan of that
You ain't really like that, I know where yo' writers at
Bet you won't reply to that, smoke, I'on hide from that
I won't even clap back, just pull up and clap back
Bitch, I throw it back and in the mornin' make him flapjacks
Got him havin' flashbacks, fell asleep and then he took a catnap

(T-t-talk to me while you in it, I need feedback)
I might let him hit it from the back on his kneecaps
If a bitch think she took my nigga, she can keep that
This pussy addictive, I know that he gon' try to relapse

I ain't playin' fair, got 'em callin' fouls
Real ass, rich ass bitch from the souf
Ex nigga still callin' tryna work it out
I tried to tell him I was the best he could ever have
But, they don't see it 'til it's gone
One phone call, it ain't nothin' to get ya gone
Boosie BadAzz, get a nigga wiped down
My chain too live, diamonds do the doo-doo brown

Real bitch, I don't need no silicone or the plastic
Stuff a hunnid K in a mattress
Bitch, you ain't no rapper, you a actress
I know you ain't cut for my fabric
I won't ever let a nigga have it

Nawl, I ain't lettin' shit go
Made a quick four at the Citgo
Latto let 'em know, I'm the intro
Clip like a limo
Choppa got balls, make 'em dance like disco
B-b-bend it over, limbo
Screamin' in the pilllow
Tiptoein' to the door, peepin' through the window
'Fore you let him in, check the peephole
Swear I do this shit for my people
Hood niggas love me like Arego
Niggas can't hit it like a pothole
No, I ain't pullin' hair, that's what the Glock for
I'm high off life and these bitches playin' wit' they nose
Rerock, none these bitches really dope (It's Trax season, bruh)

Bitches ain't really like that for real
I really do this
Yeah, Latto let 'em know (It's Trax season, bruh)
(On stage wit' it, on stage wit' it)
(I'm-I'm-I'm on stage wit' it, I'm on stage wit' it)
(I'm-I'm-I'm on stage wit' it, I'm on stage wit' it)
(I'm-I'm-I'm on stage wit' it, I'm on stage wit' it)
I'm-I'm-I'm on stage wit' it, I'm on stage wit' it
I'm-I'm-I'm on stage wit' it, I'm on stage wit' it
I'm-I'm-I'm on stage wit' it, I'm on stage wit' it
I'm-I'm-I'm on stage wit' it, I'm on stage wit' it (It's Trax season, bruh)
I'm-I'm-I'm—