Ready For It
Swear that I'm ready for a taste again
And you wanna fuck so let's do it again
Coming and you gone, treat me like a trend
Know that I could die but I'm ready for it
Swear that I'm ready for a taste again
And you wanna fuck so let's do it again
Coming and you gone, treat me like a trend
Know that I could die but I'm ready for it
Saw me in the city and I'm going fast
Made a little money so I'm throwing racks
Got a couple bad bitches, I ain't going back
Why you tryna fuck me when you know it's bad
Saw me in the city and I'm going fast
Made a little money so I'm throwing racks
Got a couple bad bitches, I ain't going back
Til you looking at me now and now I'm going back
Now I'm 'bout to fuck you like a porn star
I'm about to have a couple million, it ain't your fault
Wait until I do a show and kill it out in Warsaw
When I gotta pick to pull the Lambo or the Porsche out
Got a little more now, labels I won't sign to
Look at how that works out, look at what the mind do
There ain't nothing I could never climb to
Bout to make it in some shit I got no guide to
Saw me in the city and I'm going fast
Made a little money so I'm throwing racks
Got a couple bad bitches, I ain't going back
Why you tryna fuck me when you know it's bad
Saw me in the city and I'm going fast
Made a little money so I'm throwing racks
Got a couple bad bitches, I ain't going back
Til you looking at me now and now I'm going back
I just gotta let you know it's hard sometimes
Did this on my own don't know if I'll be fine
I just gotta let you know it's hard sometimes
Did this on my own, I'm running out of time
Swear that I'm ready for a taste again
And you wanna fuck so let's do it again
Coming and you gone, treat me like a trend
Know that I could die but I'm ready for it
Swear that I'm ready for a taste again
And you wanna fuck so let's do it again
Coming and you gone, treat me like a trend
Know that I could die but I'm ready for it
I just gotta let you know it's hard sometimes
Did this on my own don't know if I'll be fine
I just gotta let you know it's hard sometimes
Did this on my own, I'm running out of time
And you wanna fuck so let's do it again
Coming and you gone, treat me like a trend
Know that I could die but I'm ready for it
Swear that I'm ready for a taste again
And you wanna fuck so let's do it again
Coming and you gone, treat me like a trend
Know that I could die but I'm ready for it
Saw me in the city and I'm going fast
Made a little money so I'm throwing racks
Got a couple bad bitches, I ain't going back
Why you tryna fuck me when you know it's bad
Saw me in the city and I'm going fast
Made a little money so I'm throwing racks
Got a couple bad bitches, I ain't going back
Til you looking at me now and now I'm going back
Now I'm 'bout to fuck you like a porn star
I'm about to have a couple million, it ain't your fault
Wait until I do a show and kill it out in Warsaw
When I gotta pick to pull the Lambo or the Porsche out
Got a little more now, labels I won't sign to
Look at how that works out, look at what the mind do
There ain't nothing I could never climb to
Bout to make it in some shit I got no guide to
Saw me in the city and I'm going fast
Made a little money so I'm throwing racks
Got a couple bad bitches, I ain't going back
Why you tryna fuck me when you know it's bad
Saw me in the city and I'm going fast
Made a little money so I'm throwing racks
Got a couple bad bitches, I ain't going back
Til you looking at me now and now I'm going back
I just gotta let you know it's hard sometimes
Did this on my own don't know if I'll be fine
I just gotta let you know it's hard sometimes
Did this on my own, I'm running out of time
Swear that I'm ready for a taste again
And you wanna fuck so let's do it again
Coming and you gone, treat me like a trend
Know that I could die but I'm ready for it
Swear that I'm ready for a taste again
And you wanna fuck so let's do it again
Coming and you gone, treat me like a trend
Know that I could die but I'm ready for it
I just gotta let you know it's hard sometimes
Did this on my own don't know if I'll be fine
I just gotta let you know it's hard sometimes
Did this on my own, I'm running out of time
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Smith
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