[Chorus]

You ain’t ready for this shit, man you boys better slow down

You ain’t ready for this shit, when that judge sayin’, “No bond”

I’m ready for this shit, pop a nigga, then I go live

We ready for this shit, finna slide, nigga, go live

[Verse]

Riding wit lil’ Curry like I’m Timo and ‘em, nigga (What up Primo?)

Finding opps like they Nemo and ‘em, nigga

All my niggas reckless, we not Rico and ‘em

They don’t call us Cashgang, they say, “That’s Deebo and ‘em” (That’s Deebo)

Head said, “The opps tried to score,” I was too surprised (Impossible)

What the fuck you gon’ say next, nigga? “Woo alive?”

Running back and forth to the pape’, nigga, suicides

If I get caught with this bitch, I’m getting 2-5

Big Smoke, I’m on a nigga head likе I’m his momma

I left 24 in his shit, like I’m with Mamba

Scary sight when wе dress in all black, bitch, it’s Wakanda

Got a bitch who get to shootin’ like a Mann, bitch it’s Juwanna

Hell yeah, I’m still speakin’ on the beef, that’s just how it is

Morg abusive as hell, he’ll pop a kid

Dawg smoking a square, so we boxed him in

Swipin’, the only time I punch, boy, I ain’t boxin’ shit

Me and Harp was poppin’ niggas top when you was fightin’ (Free bro)

My cousin Chris was hittin’ Tennessee before the Titans

I seen the comments, y’all picked the other side, niggas biased

Now they droppin’, shoulda seen us comin’, nigga, psychic

We violent, my only hope is I don’t get indicted

We the ones startin’ all the smoke, bitch, we some lighters

We some swipers, ain’t never tried to get a job at Chryslers

We some snipers, too much dog shit, I need a diaper

[Chorus]

You ain’t ready for this shit, man you boys better slow down

You ain’t ready for this shit, when that judge sayin’, “No bond”

I’m ready for this shit, pop a nigga, then I go live

We ready for this shit, finna slide, nigga, go live