Ready Doe

Lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay] To eat? I don't want spaghetti, ho (Enrgy made this one) [Verse 1: YN Jay] She said what I eat when I was young, I said Spaghetti-Os Mmmm, ahhh, haaa, haaa, I'm ready doe Can you start the beat? 'Cause I'm ready doe Bitch wanna fuck, said I'm ready doe Wanna shoot some dice, I'm ready doe Let's pull out of town, I'm ready doe Let's hit the fucking road, man, I'm ready doe Bitch, what you cook, on some fish, with the spaghetti doe Ah, what I eat when I was young? I eat Spaghetti-Os Took a bad bitch to the tellio Jumping off the roof like Rey Mysterio Bitch еat my dick in the morning like cerеal Pull the Glock out, ooh! Kill him! like Terio I told my fiend "I got all stones" like Millio Got a white, fat fiend named Jelly Roll Fat bitch tried to dance, she did the belly roll Cutting people off, circle small like Cheerios Still looking for the first batch, where the cherry go? Where my cousin Barry go? Woke up from a dream, where did Larry go? Riding in the car, see the opps, shoot for Larry doe I had to call my uncle Sam, where uncle Harry go? If you buy some ice from Detroit, go to Garry doe! And you niggas scary, bro? Nigga shot but you ain't shoot back, where your pistol go? Ayy, what the fuck's the issue, bro? Big ass gun on me, when it shoot it's like a missile, bro I just pinned your bitch on a wall, it's like a mistletoe Nigga said he selling dog, where the Shih Tzu go? We just stomped a nigga so hard, we have to fix the floor So I hit the crib with the (BOOM!), we had to fix the door Too many bitches in my crib, I had to pick a hoe Nigga shot a .25, his bullets look like pinky toes [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] I'm finna take a four hour flight, just to pick some 'bows I love when I went to coochie man, I get to pick my hoes Lil' bitch thick in her hips, but she pigeon-toed You know that nigga snitched, but you still hang with him though I don't want the pussy, unless the brain come with it though Dog shit in my pants, left a stain doe I just slid on my opps in a Gucci raincoat If you be giving bitches money for some pussy, you a lame, bro High, finna know you niggas ain't got aim, bro You a 6ix9ine ass lil' nigga, you a rainbow We in a fucking Maybach, you in a Range Rover Bitch, your pussy ain't hitting on shit, you let lame come over Dawg got hit with that blick, now game over You rolled a 3.5 and you still sober I use the broke ass scale, I be getting over Bro got caught with the blick, but he still toting Bro got burnt by a bitch, she a whole toaster Life be up and down, it's a rollercoaster You still ain't make ten bands and you getting older I put a snick by his name, he a whole [?] Oh, you ain't tell but you out, let me read your photo