!'m Ready
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
Pack your bags get ready
Pack your bags get ready
Finna blow up like a firework and make it rain confetti
Tell them I'm ready
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
Pack your bags get ready
Finna blow up like a firecracker
Make it rain confetti tell em im ready
I wanna go to the moon
I wanna go past the sky yeah
I wanna go to the stars
But I wanna make it alive yeah
I seen some niggas on mars
And I know they never survive yeah
I had to get on the road
And I had to put it in drive yeah
I'm ready
I'm ready to put it in drive
She ready
For me to pull up inside
The pressure ain't heavy
I been ready since I was alive
Captain said keep the ship steady
They trust me with the vibe
I'm lit
I'm on it
I do not have an opponent
My nights is up
They on it, yeah
I told these hoes that I'm ready
Tell all ya woes that I'm ready
Tell all ya bros that I'm ready
If you move on my time then you Cherish the shit
My pops was too fly
Chilled with parrots and shit
I'm cool I'm so polar Inherited it
Bitch I'm bipolar Ain't embarrassed a bit
I'm on a roll Like a Ferris and shit
I ball out when I go to New York
I spend like I'm shopping in Par!s a bit
I don't need a stylist I'm already lit
And that's why I'm wearing this shit
I know a chick that read tarots and shit
She told me I would be that guy I then became that guy
She nar-rated
I never been to hell
But I played in hades a bit
Me and my niggas we used to be down, but now we is payed a bit
Now we is paid a bit
Got them racks out the grave lil bitch
I won't be a slave lil bish awww yeah
Back in city I feel like the king
Give me the ring and whatever it brings
I'm ready, tell ya how's I'm ready
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
Pack yo bags get ready
Pack yo bags get ready
Finna blow up like a firework and make it rain confetti
Tell 'em I'm ready
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
Pack yo bags get ready
Finna blow up like a firecracker
Make it rain confetti tell em i'm ready
Pack your bags get ready
Pack your bags get ready
Finna blow up like a firework and make it rain confetti
Tell them I'm ready
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
Pack your bags get ready
Finna blow up like a firecracker
Make it rain confetti tell em im ready
I wanna go to the moon
I wanna go past the sky yeah
I wanna go to the stars
But I wanna make it alive yeah
I seen some niggas on mars
And I know they never survive yeah
I had to get on the road
And I had to put it in drive yeah
I'm ready
I'm ready to put it in drive
She ready
For me to pull up inside
The pressure ain't heavy
I been ready since I was alive
Captain said keep the ship steady
They trust me with the vibe
I'm lit
I'm on it
I do not have an opponent
My nights is up
They on it, yeah
I told these hoes that I'm ready
Tell all ya woes that I'm ready
Tell all ya bros that I'm ready
If you move on my time then you Cherish the shit
My pops was too fly
Chilled with parrots and shit
I'm cool I'm so polar Inherited it
Bitch I'm bipolar Ain't embarrassed a bit
I'm on a roll Like a Ferris and shit
I ball out when I go to New York
I spend like I'm shopping in Par!s a bit
I don't need a stylist I'm already lit
And that's why I'm wearing this shit
I know a chick that read tarots and shit
She told me I would be that guy I then became that guy
She nar-rated
I never been to hell
But I played in hades a bit
Me and my niggas we used to be down, but now we is payed a bit
Now we is paid a bit
Got them racks out the grave lil bitch
I won't be a slave lil bish awww yeah
Back in city I feel like the king
Give me the ring and whatever it brings
I'm ready, tell ya how's I'm ready
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
Pack yo bags get ready
Pack yo bags get ready
Finna blow up like a firework and make it rain confetti
Tell 'em I'm ready
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
Pack yo bags get ready
Finna blow up like a firecracker
Make it rain confetti tell em i'm ready
Credits
Writer(s): Tyrell Cook
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